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It's been...what...six months since I've had this journal? Yeah. Six months last month. Although, the day count indicates that I've only written for a total of four months' worth of days. Two months sure manages to vanish quickly.
I just wrote that short paper for Harris. I haven't started on the evil Tvordi paper of doom, my library books are due soon, and I present in class tomorrow, but oh well. I think I'll be all right. I'm not sure why I'm still awake. After managing to be only minimally productive all weekend, I finally did something huge. Wow. I'm not sure why I'm still awake. I haven't consumed enough caffeine for that, and somehow I doubt a handful of jelly bellies will do the trick. If it did, I'm more of a lightweight than I thought. But I finished that paper. Rodney came around and we talked for a bit. Mostly he prowled my room and poked through my stuff. Reminded me how I haven't seen him in a long time and after he moved into his new place I fully intended to visit him and never got round to it. Just good to know that he's alive, I guess.
French was blah. English was blah. Criminal justice...we're plotting our weird ethics experiment thingy, and it ought to be fun. Near the end of the semester no one wants to be cooped up in their classrooms. I didn't realize exams were next week and suddenly I have to study for a whole load of tests that last week seemed so far away. After talking to other people I'm glad to know that I'm not the only one who feels that finals have been sprung upon her as a nasty surprise.
Brad is lurking over my shoulder and smirking right now.
On Sunday I asked Yuichi out. Sort of. With Aya-chan hovering. I'm torn between being eternally grateful to that girl and wanting to murder her. Sometimes, though I may seem as responsible as an adult, I'm just a teenager. I think he's working and studying this weekend, but if he says no it means I can study and I won't have to sit through the horror film of doom this weekend. I've also be avoiding all the other Japanese boys, because when we tried this last year with Daisuke I discovered that Japanese boys have perfected the art of leering politely. Very disturbing, let me assure you. And it's just one date - I'm not marrying the kid.
Stephen wrote to be again, and I'm more than glad to hear from him. Always glad to hear from someone who's on the same page as me, figuratively speaking.
This French project seems like doom. I spent who knows how long huddled in the stairwell trying to work a cheap bic lighter so I could get some wax seals as decorations for the character tags I made, and I'm going to have to head off to Robert's tomorro and pick up some raffia to imitate the straw of the first little pig's house.
BenTen was psychotic after so little sleep, so we studied for the map quiz, haggled a bit (is Dublin in the north or south - I said south and she said north) and than parted ways till she roused herself for food and I roused myself out of my room and we cruised down burger alley for food. For her. Not for me.
Del and I watched "Love Actually" on Sunday night. So sweet. Cutest little boy ever in that movie. Some seriously sweet stories. Okay, I thought Hugh Grant as PM was scary, but I'll admit it: Billy Bob Thornton as president was even scarier. I'd never trust anything, let alone life and country, to anyone named Billy Bob or owning an appellation of a similar redneck variety. I tend not to like chick flicks, but the British do them well.
I should see if my body will let me sleep. It tends not to.
I just wrote that short paper for Harris. I haven't started on the evil Tvordi paper of doom, my library books are due soon, and I present in class tomorrow, but oh well. I think I'll be all right. I'm not sure why I'm still awake. After managing to be only minimally productive all weekend, I finally did something huge. Wow. I'm not sure why I'm still awake. I haven't consumed enough caffeine for that, and somehow I doubt a handful of jelly bellies will do the trick. If it did, I'm more of a lightweight than I thought. But I finished that paper. Rodney came around and we talked for a bit. Mostly he prowled my room and poked through my stuff. Reminded me how I haven't seen him in a long time and after he moved into his new place I fully intended to visit him and never got round to it. Just good to know that he's alive, I guess.
French was blah. English was blah. Criminal justice...we're plotting our weird ethics experiment thingy, and it ought to be fun. Near the end of the semester no one wants to be cooped up in their classrooms. I didn't realize exams were next week and suddenly I have to study for a whole load of tests that last week seemed so far away. After talking to other people I'm glad to know that I'm not the only one who feels that finals have been sprung upon her as a nasty surprise.
Brad is lurking over my shoulder and smirking right now.
On Sunday I asked Yuichi out. Sort of. With Aya-chan hovering. I'm torn between being eternally grateful to that girl and wanting to murder her. Sometimes, though I may seem as responsible as an adult, I'm just a teenager. I think he's working and studying this weekend, but if he says no it means I can study and I won't have to sit through the horror film of doom this weekend. I've also be avoiding all the other Japanese boys, because when we tried this last year with Daisuke I discovered that Japanese boys have perfected the art of leering politely. Very disturbing, let me assure you. And it's just one date - I'm not marrying the kid.
Stephen wrote to be again, and I'm more than glad to hear from him. Always glad to hear from someone who's on the same page as me, figuratively speaking.
This French project seems like doom. I spent who knows how long huddled in the stairwell trying to work a cheap bic lighter so I could get some wax seals as decorations for the character tags I made, and I'm going to have to head off to Robert's tomorro and pick up some raffia to imitate the straw of the first little pig's house.
BenTen was psychotic after so little sleep, so we studied for the map quiz, haggled a bit (is Dublin in the north or south - I said south and she said north) and than parted ways till she roused herself for food and I roused myself out of my room and we cruised down burger alley for food. For her. Not for me.
Del and I watched "Love Actually" on Sunday night. So sweet. Cutest little boy ever in that movie. Some seriously sweet stories. Okay, I thought Hugh Grant as PM was scary, but I'll admit it: Billy Bob Thornton as president was even scarier. I'd never trust anything, let alone life and country, to anyone named Billy Bob or owning an appellation of a similar redneck variety. I tend not to like chick flicks, but the British do them well.
I should see if my body will let me sleep. It tends not to.
