Okay, maybe I'll talk to you.
Yeah, so I'm not at Kirstyn's right now so I can get some homework done, but so far I've been spending my time procrastinating. I'm such a terrible boyfriend.
No seriously, I have a lot of work to do. On Wednesday, I have:
Let me reflect on the worth of the past few days.
That was quick. I spent most of yesterday pondering when I would start doing anything, then later kicked myself in the shins because I had still yet to do anything. I am so terrible. I even went to bed late without even opening a document in which I could potentially write a paper. So terrible.
Today, I woke around noon, such a rarety that I took it despite the potenial downfall of my GPA. When I got up, some random guy in the hall decided to get mad at me because I was still asleep and he was up since 8. So boo him.
I had some donuts that Brandon got. This reminded me why I don't eat donuts. It's always refreshing to do that, except for the disgusting feeling of fat induced bile journeying up the esophagus of my imagination. Too much imagery!
I was pathetic for a while longer, then Brandon and I went to Chipotle. Once again, that didn't settle too well in my stomach, so I sat on my bed, keeping everything within arms reach. I went through my books and flagged down the pages that seemed potentially useful in an essay. Then I opened a document. I have about half a paragraph of one essay done. I am so utterly awesome.
Riddy went to see the Trans-Siberian Orchestra with his parents and was planning on staying the night with them. So this freed up my evening. I could comfortably work on my papers without the distraction of TV.
Blah blah blah. I played some accordion, some trumpet madness. Go me. I wasted much much more time in the other rooms.
By soon time, it was dinner. Brandon and I went to Pluto's for dinner. Afterwards, since we officially became either Friends or Family of the Gap, we went there to take some hard-core advantage of our 30% discount. Offer still valid online through the fourth. Email me for details.
As it is Amy's birthday tomorrow, both Brandon and I spent much time deliberating over presents for her. I think I had too much fun. No, I think I am just weird. I find myself having too much fun in the oddest of situations.
I almost bought some amazingly comfortable pj pants. The only problem was their small ranges from 30-32. It's a sad day when you don't fit into the smallest size they offer. Unfortunately for me, that day is everyday. I guess it's a good thing they didn't fit me, since I was initially hesitant that they would be way too much like the velour pants of high school cheerleading fame. So whatever. They were cozy. And I did walk out with something pink and fuzzy.
Well, Richard came back to the hotel instead of going home. This means even less of a chance for me being productive. As soon as I got back, I could hear the TV blasting from the hall. Now I sit in the lobby, after doing my Greek homework. I told myself I couldn't go back to the room until midnight, so I have an hour to procrastinate. I better get started.
No seriously, I have a lot of work to do. On Wednesday, I have:
- One 10 page Christian Theology paper
- One 10 page John paper
- One Psychology midterm
- One Greek quiz
Let me reflect on the worth of the past few days.
That was quick. I spent most of yesterday pondering when I would start doing anything, then later kicked myself in the shins because I had still yet to do anything. I am so terrible. I even went to bed late without even opening a document in which I could potentially write a paper. So terrible.
Today, I woke around noon, such a rarety that I took it despite the potenial downfall of my GPA. When I got up, some random guy in the hall decided to get mad at me because I was still asleep and he was up since 8. So boo him.
I had some donuts that Brandon got. This reminded me why I don't eat donuts. It's always refreshing to do that, except for the disgusting feeling of fat induced bile journeying up the esophagus of my imagination. Too much imagery!
I was pathetic for a while longer, then Brandon and I went to Chipotle. Once again, that didn't settle too well in my stomach, so I sat on my bed, keeping everything within arms reach. I went through my books and flagged down the pages that seemed potentially useful in an essay. Then I opened a document. I have about half a paragraph of one essay done. I am so utterly awesome.
Riddy went to see the Trans-Siberian Orchestra with his parents and was planning on staying the night with them. So this freed up my evening. I could comfortably work on my papers without the distraction of TV.
Blah blah blah. I played some accordion, some trumpet madness. Go me. I wasted much much more time in the other rooms.
By soon time, it was dinner. Brandon and I went to Pluto's for dinner. Afterwards, since we officially became either Friends or Family of the Gap, we went there to take some hard-core advantage of our 30% discount. Offer still valid online through the fourth. Email me for details.
As it is Amy's birthday tomorrow, both Brandon and I spent much time deliberating over presents for her. I think I had too much fun. No, I think I am just weird. I find myself having too much fun in the oddest of situations.
I almost bought some amazingly comfortable pj pants. The only problem was their small ranges from 30-32. It's a sad day when you don't fit into the smallest size they offer. Unfortunately for me, that day is everyday. I guess it's a good thing they didn't fit me, since I was initially hesitant that they would be way too much like the velour pants of high school cheerleading fame. So whatever. They were cozy. And I did walk out with something pink and fuzzy.
Well, Richard came back to the hotel instead of going home. This means even less of a chance for me being productive. As soon as I got back, I could hear the TV blasting from the hall. Now I sit in the lobby, after doing my Greek homework. I told myself I couldn't go back to the room until midnight, so I have an hour to procrastinate. I better get started.
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