I went to the English Studies Association board meeting and somehow became the liaison between FMLA and PROTECT, the ISU pagan group (don't even ask me why they picked me). Then I got a really weird ego trip late last night after the FMLA meeting, but the only person I'm going to brag to is Dan, unless other people reading this decide to torture me with sock puppets... I mean, ask. Then I went home and wrote something that made me really happy, but that's also just a little shrouded in secrecy.
I meant to go to Chem, but instead I slept in. Then I went to FOI... which is just... more and more hellish with every passing day. Did anyone actually read Tuesdays with Morrie? Because I have to write a paper on it by Thursday... fcuck. I went to Ming's with my dad and had six crab rangoon. Then I tried to hit up the SHS people for some kind of allergy medicine, but those fcucks said walk-ins aren't allowed anymore. So I hung out with Dan-the-Crazy-Singing-on-Your-Answering-Machine Man, then had Guerilla, then had dinner with Levi & Heather, then had history (and neither JUMPED over three desks and STRANGLED that damn backlashing fascist ROTC bitch. "Sex life" my ass!).
And then I went to Improv Mafia (late as usual), where all was spiffy-espatula until they announced they're moving to CVA. So now I get to be about twice as late. Grrr, arrrrrgh I hate my night class! Then I walked back to my dorm, where I drank my Clearly Canadian and grew increasingly nervous over the three screaming people in my room who I tried not to look at while I typed this. Just hope that everyone survives... especially me. =)
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