![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Am so strangely tired. Think I took too long a nap.
Whoa, Silex's class was actually meaningful for once. Although how I'm going to write a ten-page paper on one of these books, I have no idea. Larry and I were passing snarky notes back and forth about the Camus group's presentation today; it was during Stuart's part, and I think he saw me smirking and I felt really bad so I answered a bunch of his questions. Boy's so cute. Southern and blond and so, so earnest about literature.
Then I decided it was high time for a drive, so I took the movies back...sorta. Rather than going the regular way to 235 and then back, I meandered all the way down rt. 5 to 4, across 4 to 235 so I'd be turning right onto the Blockbusters rather than left, then I went down 235 and decided hey, let's turn right at the Sheetz, because all roads lead to 5 eventually. So I did, and got myself lost for a couple minutes before I did indeed find 5. Was it time to go home yet? Of course not. I drove down 5 again to get gas at the Mobil station, then I finally turned around and headed back. I was tempted to go all the way south to the end of 5, but I wanted to get some writing done while Ness was in class.
Came back, opened up "Nail" and stared at it for a good fifteen minutes. I think I changed a couple words on the drunkscene and that was about it. Ah well. I managed to get my CD/tape adapter working again, though I've no idea how. I plugged it in and wonder of wonders, it started playing. I listened to my weird little Virginia Beach mix on my wandering drive. It's not the same singing along to the music when you're alone in the car as when there are other people. I'm still gonna do it, but I'm not going to feel as comfortable really belting it out. Badly. I'm tone-deaf, but god forbid if I let that stop me.
It's been so warm here for the past two days that you could almost believe spring is coming, if it weren't still February. Still, we will take our light jacket and flipflops weather while it lasts, thank you.
In the last three days, I've eaten a cup of Cocoa Puffs for no less than four meals. That can't be healthy.
Going to see "Kill Bill" at Cole with Karen in ten minutes. Must check mail for housing payment. Wahhh. Tired. Hope I won't fall asleep during the movie, which I didn't particularly want to see in the first place.
Whoa, Silex's class was actually meaningful for once. Although how I'm going to write a ten-page paper on one of these books, I have no idea. Larry and I were passing snarky notes back and forth about the Camus group's presentation today; it was during Stuart's part, and I think he saw me smirking and I felt really bad so I answered a bunch of his questions. Boy's so cute. Southern and blond and so, so earnest about literature.
Then I decided it was high time for a drive, so I took the movies back...sorta. Rather than going the regular way to 235 and then back, I meandered all the way down rt. 5 to 4, across 4 to 235 so I'd be turning right onto the Blockbusters rather than left, then I went down 235 and decided hey, let's turn right at the Sheetz, because all roads lead to 5 eventually. So I did, and got myself lost for a couple minutes before I did indeed find 5. Was it time to go home yet? Of course not. I drove down 5 again to get gas at the Mobil station, then I finally turned around and headed back. I was tempted to go all the way south to the end of 5, but I wanted to get some writing done while Ness was in class.
Came back, opened up "Nail" and stared at it for a good fifteen minutes. I think I changed a couple words on the drunkscene and that was about it. Ah well. I managed to get my CD/tape adapter working again, though I've no idea how. I plugged it in and wonder of wonders, it started playing. I listened to my weird little Virginia Beach mix on my wandering drive. It's not the same singing along to the music when you're alone in the car as when there are other people. I'm still gonna do it, but I'm not going to feel as comfortable really belting it out. Badly. I'm tone-deaf, but god forbid if I let that stop me.
It's been so warm here for the past two days that you could almost believe spring is coming, if it weren't still February. Still, we will take our light jacket and flipflops weather while it lasts, thank you.
In the last three days, I've eaten a cup of Cocoa Puffs for no less than four meals. That can't be healthy.
Going to see "Kill Bill" at Cole with Karen in ten minutes. Must check mail for housing payment. Wahhh. Tired. Hope I won't fall asleep during the movie, which I didn't particularly want to see in the first place.
tired
There are no comments on this entry. (Reply.)