Squee! As of lunch break, my girls back home are in 4th place in the B.E.S.T. competition! ::schnoogles them:: I’m so proud of you guys! Best of luck!
Grr! Bad Kurt! Stop looking so good shirtless! ::scribbles feverishly::
Renata, are you sure you weren’t writing about them playing… I don’t know, strip Monopoly or something? Something that would give me a valid excuse to depict Kurt without a shirt? (Not that anyone would complain)
The submission page is not working and we don’t know if it can be fixed tonight, so homework 5 will not be due until 11am on Saturday.
There is a god.
It’s so wonderful! All my worries are suddenly disappearing. I did abysmally on my Computer Science midterm when I expected an A? No worries! Amy says that all the other DMDers are in the same boat, and the format of the next exam will be adjusted to better reflect understanding, logic, and application, rather than nitpicky details.
I won’t have time to do my Java and Math homework because I’m observing a 2-hour math class (and will therefore miss the Java help session) and going to dinner with Margo? No worries! The Java homework deadline has been extended, and in the math class, they were just going over the past assignment and taking a quiz, so I didn’t need to be there! So here I am, waiting for the help session to begin, so that I can use my time wisely and finish my Java and mayhap have time to do some math before I meet Margo!
My schedule is intimidating and confusing? Not a problem after talking with Amy for 15 minutes! All is solved, I will have a fantabulous semester, my professors will be awesome, and I will most likely be taking Photography!
::snickets:: I am now officially our Suite Masseusse. James, our resident track champion, who looks disturbingly like Gene Wilder, emailed the suite listserv, beseeching a back massage from one of his hallmates. Because I needed a break from my math homework and I’ve been told I give good massages, I volunteered. Five bucks for five minutes. I will be rich!
Apparently, he has told everyone in the suite that I give the best backrubs in the world. A line formed outside my door. I laughed at them and gave Lauretta a backrub, then went back to math. So yay. Now I know that if I ever have to pay my way through school, I can table dance AND massage! My parents will be so proud.
The bad news: My downloaded copy of “Matrix: Reloaded” was mislabeled.
The good news: It’s “Fight Club.”
Why oh why didn’t we have that Edward Norton fest before we all left Dallas? Who’s up for Christmas break?
Ah, Daily Pennsylvanian. The hilarity you bring.
Best. Quote. Ever.: “Wynter is accused on entering a female student’s Harnwell room, where he was a resident, and fondling her at approximately 4:30 a.m. on Sept. 27.”
I love how they keep using the word “fondling” in this case. It’s become a campus-wide joke. Too funny.
::working out next semester’s schedule::
Dude! One of the writing seminars is on Film Noir! And it fits in my schedule! ::dies of joy::
I sang “Whatever Happened to Honor” in my Songwriting class today. Feel the love, feel the love. One guy even said “So when are we going to see this on Broadway?”
::squeaks::
Review of “Kill Bill” now playing in Sgt. Pepper. And now, I sleep.