I'm quite terrible at it. Not only is it hard, but exhausting as well. If I could find the privacy, I would probably start making a pathetic keening noise and curl up into a ball on the floor until either my moment of privacy ended or I felt better.
Chances are that my moment of privacy would end before I felt better. Downside of living in the dorm.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
A Bit Too Insane
It is eleven forty-eight PM right now. I'm kind of sad--excepting a twenty minute dash through my room, gathering up materials I'd need for my third class today, I haven't been back to my room since nine-thirty this morning. That's waaayy too long. Is it possible to be homesick when you're only about a hundred yards away?
I'm almost ready to go back, though. I'm in the computer lab, finishing up an essay, because I'd have to trek out here to print it when I finished, anyway. And now I have a good motivator to finish it quickly and get to bed. Bed sounds good.
Another good motivator? The guy in here with me--well, his feet stink. There are no windows. It's stuffy and stinky in here.
Gotta finish, gotta finish, gotta finish...
I'm almost ready to go back, though. I'm in the computer lab, finishing up an essay, because I'd have to trek out here to print it when I finished, anyway. And now I have a good motivator to finish it quickly and get to bed. Bed sounds good.
Another good motivator? The guy in here with me--well, his feet stink. There are no windows. It's stuffy and stinky in here.
Gotta finish, gotta finish, gotta finish...
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Beloved Backpack
I just got a good whiff of the inside of my backpack. It smells like a mix of old, sweaty, soccer stuff and chocolate chip cookies.
I hope the cookie I carried in it yesterday doesn't smell like nasty soccer gear. I was really looking forward to eating it.
I hope the cookie I carried in it yesterday doesn't smell like nasty soccer gear. I was really looking forward to eating it.
Labels:
backpack,
chocolate chip cookie,
cookie,
smelly,
soccer
Uh-oh...
My roommate broke her headband.
I lent her my superglue to fix it.
The first thing I said to her as I handed it over was, “Be careful not to glue your fingers together. It really can happen.”
Her eyes got big and she said, “Really? Whoa.”
I nodded and told her again to be careful. She said, "Okay!" and proceeded to glue her headband back together.
I turned around and went back to chatting with my friend online for a few minutes.
Then I hear my roommate go, “Uh-oh.”
Three guesses as to what happened.
Labels:
head band,
roommate,
super glue,
superglue
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