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I'm at the end of what turned out to be an interesting weekend. Determined to do absolutely nothing on Friday night, I ended up talking to Megan for over five hours, which was ridiculous enough in itself, but made even more so by the time difference -- it was 10 AM in England by the time I signed off and staggered to bed.
Saturday, my plans for solitude were again thwarted when, leaving a showing of Babel at the student union, I was hailed by Dav and Sam, who dragged me back to Granville and forced me to play Guitar Hero. I got home extremely late after philosophizing for hours with Dav and, in a near-total non sequitur, introducing him to Metalocalypse. There was also a brief and sordid encounter with beer-bonging, but no need for details. Suffice to say that 6th floor South, being as it were under new management, is notably less couth and orderly than last year.
I've been trying to figure out next year's housing. If I get work with ResNET (the interview on Friday went alright), they'll assign me a room. But as backup, I'm applying for Ram Village with Dav and Andy. And if that falls through, I'll just be back in regular campus housing -- hopefully further north, but no guarantees, and I suspect I've already exhausted my karma for randomly selected roommates.
Guess I ought to actually start some work now.
posted on Sunday, February 25, 2007
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Sadly, it feels strange to miss class for a valid reason.
The flu struck on Monday evening and turned that night into a restless dream, featuring Indian bureaucracy, room-to-room searches, and my own inability to divide anything evenly in half -- a topic selection typical in its inscrutability. As always, the pseudo-hallucinations were unmercifully relentless and cyclic, each identical episode lasting less than a minute. It's a peculiar misery to be too tired to stay awake, and too feverish to sleep. But things began to clear up by Wednesday, and today I went to Student Health for that magical slip of paper.
posted on Thursday, February 15, 2007
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I couldn't have picked a better weekend to go snowboarding. Last Friday sucked; I forgot a paper for Roman History and messed up a Japanese test. The closest thing to an accomplishment that day was dropping Discrete.
So it was without reluctance that I, being eager to think happy thoughts or at least stop thinking, jumped mountain-bound into the family van on Friday afternoon. We got to Grandma's house that evening, hit the slopes on Saturday, and came back Sunday afternoon. It was perfect, really -- blinding snow, a variety of gradients, a bit of gently curved fiberglass, reckless speeds, and a few hearty tumbles.
Wish I could go again tomorrow.
posted on Monday, February 12, 2007
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Self-loathing is the theme of tonight's post. Today's post, that is. This morning's post. It's a morning post because I just pulled an all-nighter writing two pages.
The writing (simple essay) isn't hard. The subject (Roman History) isn't hard. The length is practically nothing. And yet, as soon as I write my name on the first line of a new Word document, my attention span becomes that of an invertebrate. Well, that's not accurate, really -- it's worse than that. I retain my ability to focus on anything but the assignment. What am I so scared of?
It's done on time, at least, four hours before due. My first class is in less than two hours, which would allow me to sleep just long enough to wake up feeling, somehow, even more tired than I do now.
posted on Friday, February 02, 2007
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