Okay, maybe I'll talk to you.
So when I woke up this morning, at 6:45, I hit snooze. Then when it beeped again, at 6:54, I hit snooze again. When it beeped again, at 7:03, I turned it off, convincing myself I would roll out of bed when the clock hit 7:15. When I looked at the clock next, it was 7:18. So then I changed my get-up time to 7:20. Then it was 7:23. Finally, when it hit 7:30, I forced myself to get up. After putting on some pants, shoes, and a shirt, I ate my DC banana. I brushed my teeth, got my bag, and headed out to Chem at 7:48.
Shengsu is getting better. Either that, or I'm just learning to understand him. Or perhaps I'm just ignoring him altogether. He handed us a worksheet with three problems on it, then sat down. All 20 or so of us just sat there, confused. Eventually, we started working on the problems. Quite a while later, he asked us something along the lines of "Is everybody done? Does somebody want to come up and do problem one?" Unfortunately for him, nobody could make out a single word of what he said. So he just assumed we weren't finished and gave us five more mintues before doing the problems in his own language instead. After that, we were pretty much done, so we left.
When I got back to the dorms, Tony was still asleep, so I jumped back in bed. At about 11:30, he gets out of bed and I asked him where he was going. He, being surprised that I was awake, asked if I had class this morning. I replied with the affirmative. Then he asked if I skipped. I thought that was funny. We live only feet away from each other, yet he had no idea I spent 20 mintues getting ready, then was gone for an hour, then came back and got into bed. He must have had a pretty good dream.
I went to the DC a while later for lunch. It wasn't terrible. They've stopped mixing the Caesar salad though. So if you want it, you have to pour the dressing yourself. They were also out of the vegitarian pita, so I just loaded my tray with everything else to help cope with the loss. I ate with Sarah and one of her sorority sisters.
After I got back, I had about an hour to get my English done before class. All it entailed was reading two stories ("What We Talk About When We Talk About Love" and "My Life With the Wave") and writing a page about them. Tony was watching Family Guy, so I put on the big red quietmakers. At 1:14, I went to pick Sarah's laundry out of the dryer, since she was at some unexpected sorority meeting or something to that effect. Speaking of which, she still has my hazardous waste container. I must get that back.
English with C. Kiefer was, as usual, great. This time he told us more stories that ought to get him fired, such as his encounters with sex shops and pornography. This was brought on by, of all things, roll, where a girl named Vilia Vititus was complaining how her name rhymes with "vaginitis." Enough of that topic. After class, I got my paper back, which recieved a 7/10. I wasn't that disappointed, since I didn't spend that much time on it. This next essay will entail a bit more work though. We do have the opportunity to edit them in class, so that's handy.
After I got back, I did a bunch of blahing around. I played the piano some, but stopped because my pinkie muscle in my right hand was really sore. I played some trumpet too, practicing the music we were given yesterday. At dinnertime, Tony and I went out to the DC. Apparantly on Thursday nights they have an open grill, where instead of cooking you a burger inside, they do the exact same thing outside. I'm still puzzled as to why they make this such a big deal. The burger I had wasn't bad, since I put an equal amount of barbecue sauce as I did meat, but it was nowhere near the 5 pieces of pizza I had.
At 6:30, we had a root beer float social that our floor committee put on. It wasn't that exciting for me, since I know everybody on the floor, but for everyone else, there were a few people they had never met. How interesting. It really wasn't though. They tried, and that's all that counts.
I'm sure there were some more interesting things that happened to me, but being lazy, my mind has forgotten them at the moment.
Shengsu is getting better. Either that, or I'm just learning to understand him. Or perhaps I'm just ignoring him altogether. He handed us a worksheet with three problems on it, then sat down. All 20 or so of us just sat there, confused. Eventually, we started working on the problems. Quite a while later, he asked us something along the lines of "Is everybody done? Does somebody want to come up and do problem one?" Unfortunately for him, nobody could make out a single word of what he said. So he just assumed we weren't finished and gave us five more mintues before doing the problems in his own language instead. After that, we were pretty much done, so we left.
When I got back to the dorms, Tony was still asleep, so I jumped back in bed. At about 11:30, he gets out of bed and I asked him where he was going. He, being surprised that I was awake, asked if I had class this morning. I replied with the affirmative. Then he asked if I skipped. I thought that was funny. We live only feet away from each other, yet he had no idea I spent 20 mintues getting ready, then was gone for an hour, then came back and got into bed. He must have had a pretty good dream.
I went to the DC a while later for lunch. It wasn't terrible. They've stopped mixing the Caesar salad though. So if you want it, you have to pour the dressing yourself. They were also out of the vegitarian pita, so I just loaded my tray with everything else to help cope with the loss. I ate with Sarah and one of her sorority sisters.
After I got back, I had about an hour to get my English done before class. All it entailed was reading two stories ("What We Talk About When We Talk About Love" and "My Life With the Wave") and writing a page about them. Tony was watching Family Guy, so I put on the big red quietmakers. At 1:14, I went to pick Sarah's laundry out of the dryer, since she was at some unexpected sorority meeting or something to that effect. Speaking of which, she still has my hazardous waste container. I must get that back.
English with C. Kiefer was, as usual, great. This time he told us more stories that ought to get him fired, such as his encounters with sex shops and pornography. This was brought on by, of all things, roll, where a girl named Vilia Vititus was complaining how her name rhymes with "vaginitis." Enough of that topic. After class, I got my paper back, which recieved a 7/10. I wasn't that disappointed, since I didn't spend that much time on it. This next essay will entail a bit more work though. We do have the opportunity to edit them in class, so that's handy.
After I got back, I did a bunch of blahing around. I played the piano some, but stopped because my pinkie muscle in my right hand was really sore. I played some trumpet too, practicing the music we were given yesterday. At dinnertime, Tony and I went out to the DC. Apparantly on Thursday nights they have an open grill, where instead of cooking you a burger inside, they do the exact same thing outside. I'm still puzzled as to why they make this such a big deal. The burger I had wasn't bad, since I put an equal amount of barbecue sauce as I did meat, but it was nowhere near the 5 pieces of pizza I had.
At 6:30, we had a root beer float social that our floor committee put on. It wasn't that exciting for me, since I know everybody on the floor, but for everyone else, there were a few people they had never met. How interesting. It really wasn't though. They tried, and that's all that counts.
I'm sure there were some more interesting things that happened to me, but being lazy, my mind has forgotten them at the moment.
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