In accordance to my mystical powers of subconscious weather control, today is a pretty nice day out. A little colder than the past few days, but very sunny. Wow, weather's weird. So, I decided to go to sleep last night for a few hours and then get up early to do my speech. Why did I decide that? I have no frigging clue. Because every time I do that, I sleep in and I never get my work done. So, guess what. Did I get up early? Hell no. I slept until right before my LARP essay. Then I hurried though the essay and ran back to my room and frantically looked up sources on the the computer for the next 45 minutes. Threw together a crappy note card and bibliography, and skimmed the information enough that I could at least summarize a couple sentences for my speech. And I made it to class on time. Exhausted and stressed, but on time. So, I sit through class and she doesn't have me go up. Which is fine with me b/c it just gave me extra time to look over my info. And then, she let us go 45 minutes early! So, I figured I ought to say something or she might not let me have another chance to do my speech. So I asked her if I was going to give my speech. And she stopped and looked at me all confused. Then realization flooded into her eyes and she said that I could do it next Thursday. God, I am a lucky bastard.
So, I got to eat lunch! Yay! It was BLT's and Lasagna! A good lunch! I was excited. And there were a bunch of prospective students touring campus in the dining room, and most of them were very attractive, so I had an enjoyable lunch. Then I went to Organic Chem lab early so I could make up my missed lab. The lab was cake, and Chris Schwatrz (Organic teacher) said my crystals kicked ass and that I should seriously become a chemist. Fat chance of that, but it made me feel good. And the regular lab was short too, and I got out early for the second time today!
And I finally got ahold of Doc. I finally get to put together my schedule for next year a week from today. If spanish is closed, I'm gonna be pissed . . . But it's Dana, so it probably won't be.
So, Steve is a butt. He's currently mowing the lawn instead of driving up here to see me. And as a result, I'm bored. I'm not sure if I want to go to dance tonight. I mean, I kinda do, but I kinda don't at the same time. After all, Steve is coming, and it would suck if we only spent 2 hours together before I run off to dance. I want to call Nick tonight. He said the other day that he works until 8:00, so I'm planning on calling him around 9:00 and seeing if he wants to do anything, and offer to go pick him up. I'll see what happens, I guess. I hope he says yes. I really do. But, if he doesn't, I can still go hang out with Alan, Jason, and Steve. My evening could either really suck, or kick ass . . . I wish I knew what it was going to be . . .
Eric 4/17/2003 03:48:00 PM
