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Day 231: I love my friends
Nov. 16th, 2005 12:34 pmYes, yes I do. I should have known that today was going to be a strange day. Between sitting around in my room last night listening to Rent and meeting Alex's not-for-much-longer beau Tyler and just moping in a strange fit of confusion and not getting to see Nick and this morning's six o'clock rude awakening from Cassandra and the fire alarm at seven forty...yeah. I was thinking that I should have just stayed in bed.
I know I said I was coming back to the dorms to do some homework, but hey, I've got some time. I can read nine hundred words in less than an hour, so there.
Rodney actually showed up to American Lit today, and I'll admit it, I was sorely tempted to switch places with Del. He kept muttering angrily under his breath, and I just worked on my nanowrimo novel. He and Matthew departed together for the cafeteria, coffee and a post-Calland rant. I checked my mail, came back to my room, laughed hysterically, then buckled down and got me some Petersen paper done. Continental Lit was all right, and I've hit a real run of inspiration with the nanowrimo novel (only Seirra is really clued into it), and then I thought, well, I'll head to lunch.
We were worried about BenTen when she didn't awaken this morning, but the fire alarm woke her well enough. I was sure that Cassandra had awakened me so rudely because she'd spent all night ranting about the fight that was meant to go down tonight and just wanted to remind me some about it first thing in the morning.
As it turns out, Nick is now on Cassandra's lovely radar. The connection must be tenuous and affected by proximity for him (which it isn't with the girls, if this summer was any indication), because apparently he got home at six this moring. Or rather, Mike carried him home after he busted his ankle. As I type he is at then hospital with Troy finding out if it's a sprain or a break. Mike reckons it's a sprain because those hurt more than breaks. I'm still confused as to why Nick was up a tree at three a.m. Barry seemed pretty relieved that the fight was off, but according to Mike, Nick is still gunning for blood. But as far as Rodney and Rowsdower know, the fight is off. As far as I'm concerned, it's off, because fighting while injured is more than counterintuitive - it's just plain stupid.
But these last two or three days I have been half insane, and my friends, especially the girls, have been so awesome about it. Del has been wonderful and supportive, BenTen has been her lovely caustic self, and Seirra has been just a great friend, letting me babble to her about creative writing. When I got back I found this card pushed under the door, and I didn't recognize the writing, because to be honest, no one besides Del has nice handwriting. Except for Seirra now as well. She left me a hang in there card. I was so touched. It was really sweet. When I see her next I shall hug her very enthusiastically. More people deserve to be glomped. Marty is glomped often, and gets weird looks from Barry for it. Marty recommends I start glomping Alex for effect.
Aya is here. I will go.
I feel so weirdly exultant. My day got better when I heard that Nick busted his ankle. Sort of cruel and backward, but now my life seems infinitely easier. Wow. I will see him when I get done with classes. Crazy boy.
I know I said I was coming back to the dorms to do some homework, but hey, I've got some time. I can read nine hundred words in less than an hour, so there.
Rodney actually showed up to American Lit today, and I'll admit it, I was sorely tempted to switch places with Del. He kept muttering angrily under his breath, and I just worked on my nanowrimo novel. He and Matthew departed together for the cafeteria, coffee and a post-Calland rant. I checked my mail, came back to my room, laughed hysterically, then buckled down and got me some Petersen paper done. Continental Lit was all right, and I've hit a real run of inspiration with the nanowrimo novel (only Seirra is really clued into it), and then I thought, well, I'll head to lunch.
We were worried about BenTen when she didn't awaken this morning, but the fire alarm woke her well enough. I was sure that Cassandra had awakened me so rudely because she'd spent all night ranting about the fight that was meant to go down tonight and just wanted to remind me some about it first thing in the morning.
As it turns out, Nick is now on Cassandra's lovely radar. The connection must be tenuous and affected by proximity for him (which it isn't with the girls, if this summer was any indication), because apparently he got home at six this moring. Or rather, Mike carried him home after he busted his ankle. As I type he is at then hospital with Troy finding out if it's a sprain or a break. Mike reckons it's a sprain because those hurt more than breaks. I'm still confused as to why Nick was up a tree at three a.m. Barry seemed pretty relieved that the fight was off, but according to Mike, Nick is still gunning for blood. But as far as Rodney and Rowsdower know, the fight is off. As far as I'm concerned, it's off, because fighting while injured is more than counterintuitive - it's just plain stupid.
But these last two or three days I have been half insane, and my friends, especially the girls, have been so awesome about it. Del has been wonderful and supportive, BenTen has been her lovely caustic self, and Seirra has been just a great friend, letting me babble to her about creative writing. When I got back I found this card pushed under the door, and I didn't recognize the writing, because to be honest, no one besides Del has nice handwriting. Except for Seirra now as well. She left me a hang in there card. I was so touched. It was really sweet. When I see her next I shall hug her very enthusiastically. More people deserve to be glomped. Marty is glomped often, and gets weird looks from Barry for it. Marty recommends I start glomping Alex for effect.
Aya is here. I will go.
I feel so weirdly exultant. My day got better when I heard that Nick busted his ankle. Sort of cruel and backward, but now my life seems infinitely easier. Wow. I will see him when I get done with classes. Crazy boy.
