This morning started off rather rough. My roommate's movements woke me up at 7am, and then I managed to smack myself in the face and give myself a nosebleed. That sucked.
But then I went to Spanish class, and it was CANCELLED! Huzzah! So Christie and I headed to the Commons, where she ate a bagel with cream cheese and tomato (yuck) and we talked, and she introduced me to a guy named Zac - I don't know how she spells it - and he was all like, "Everyone I've met here has been a senior!" And I said, "I'm a sophomore." And he was like, "Yay! You're the first person I've met who will be here next year." And I was like... "Um... Actually..." Sorry, Zac(k?)/(h?)
When I got home, I played on the Internet for several hours. Time just... went by without me accomplishing anything. Finally, I grabbed my laundry and a book and headed to the basement. I read 5/6 of Downer's Grove before my clothes were finally dry. And then I hid out in my room to finish the rest. It was so great. Go, go, bookworm action!
And now, Carolyn is here, and we're eating Multi-Grain Cheerio's and not-actually-watching Analyze This on TNT, and mocking local commercials, and discussing what she should do about her stalker. Good times.
I am so lame. =)
Bing is expecting a hurricane, so my R.A. keeps coming by to tell me to close the windows. In the words of Clever Dan, "Hurricane... never experienced one of those before..."
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