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Let's think...How to describe this weekend? Oh, wait. I got it: Madness.

Yes. Sheer unadulterated madness - which, by the by, explains the lack of my posting. Well the CA was out of town this weekend and we were in no way planning to capitalize on that fact, but in the end I was very thankful that Anthony was not present. Granted, he probably would have joined in on all of the debauchery but in theory it could have gone horribly wrong. In fact, I am very surprised that we didn't get documented for a noise complaint at the very least. In all seriousness though, Faith and I were planning on having a nice quiet evening. At 11:30 we were listening to Christmas music with Miah. At 12:30 there were 11 people in our room, and a veritable love fest buried beneath a blanket of resounding bass notes emanating from the sub. It didn't want to be left out evidently, it kept reminding us of its presence in a very ostentatious manner.


Saturday was a day of recuperation. I got some work done, I think. I demolished two of the papers that I had to get done for this week over the weekend, I know that much. I also wrote Dan's resume. =/ Weird. I do know that the rest of the weekend was very calm and helped me to kind of ease into this week. Math test over, Rough draft turned in, workshopping to get done tonight, also hopefully that bastard meteorology. It shouldn't take too long but I dont want to draw isotherms... Seriously guys, that's why we have computers.

Cannot wait for this week to be over with. I have this strange notion that once it's passed things will be less hectic for me. I really want to throw my head back and just scream, "I'M AN ARTIST! I CAN'T WORK UNDER THESE CONDITIONS!" Add hair pulling and other theatrics if you like in your mental image of that one. I'm excited for Annie coming up this weekend! I miss her like whoa. We're planning a, yes this is a quote from our late night delirium(Serious delirium, Bill Murray!), "psycho drunken party". In all reality, that title is very over dramatic, but what isn't these days? I think my anxiety is just getting the best of me. I need some hardcore chill time. Just hook me up with good music, Chai, my crochet, and a comfortable distance between myself and any form of deadline and I'll be set.

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Nov. 16th, 2004 12:40 am (UTC)
"At 12:30 there were 11 people in our room, and a veritable love fest buried beneath a blanket of resounding bass notes emanating from the sub."

You had an orgy!

- cal
Nov. 16th, 2004 12:41 am (UTC)
Sadly, that's not too far from the truth. I didn't participate, because I'mma good girl, but at one point I think we had like, 6 people making out on my bed.

Can we say, uncomfortable? :)
Nov. 16th, 2004 06:46 am (UTC)
Yeesh, despite my dirty mind etc that kinda shit tends to turn me off.

Um... But I mean we've all done things we're not proud of


- cal
Nov. 16th, 2004 07:36 am (UTC)
Hey now! I told you I didn't participate!! My dignity is still intact. hah.
Nov. 16th, 2004 08:08 am (UTC)
Oh yeah I know! Sorry I wrote the first bit and then the second bit later on and just wrote it really badly so it looked like I meant something I didn't.

It's very confusing inside my brain sorry.

- cal
Nov. 16th, 2004 08:09 am (UTC)
Oh believe me, so is mine. Veritable chaos, I tell you. Hence my list-making habits etc.
Nov. 16th, 2004 01:54 pm (UTC)
You have bestoweth thy wisdom upon me!

*makes list of things to remember: item one: make lists*

I'm a post-it! notes dude persoally. They make me unwittingly turn my work monitor into a sunflower.

- cal
Nov. 16th, 2004 08:13 pm (UTC)
I would like to see a picture of that. Neo-agriculture. Hah.

Seriously, I hear you on that though I have been using index cards like you wouldn't believe lately. I have a disorganized stack that lives underneath my laptop, containing mountains of information I've forgotten about completely. I lost my post-it-pad of life, and that was traumatic. It had every single phone number I've ever owned on it. Bad news, man.
Nov. 17th, 2004 02:24 am (UTC)

Actually I really wanted a pic too but I had to take it down right there and then (lost a fair amount of important work information too),
I have about 15 post-it!s on my monitor now, but most of them are on the plastic flanking the bottom of the screen, overlapping each other. Not spread out in true artistic form.

What are index cards?
I had all my phonre numbers on this sheet of paper before but now they're all safe in my phone. My phone which used to be my sister's phone so when I get a call it plays the theme to bubble bobble hahaha which is kinda cute as much as I hate to admit it.

- cal
Nov. 17th, 2004 02:28 am (UTC)
Index cards? little 3 inch by 5 inch lined note cards. They dont have stickies on them, but they stack nicely and can hold more info without writing in a microscopic eye-burning fashion. :) Useful little buggers.

Yeh, I cracked down and bought an address book like a responsible human being, oh how I hate to admit THAT! Responsibility and I are not always on speaking terms. Generally not.
Nov. 17th, 2004 06:27 am (UTC)
I think I know what you mean... they kinda look like reggelar blue lined (and red headered) paper but made of thicker cadrboardey shit? Yeah we used to use them for doing speeches in highschool, the relatively younger od used shitloads of them in badly prepared speeches on onomatopoeia, parabolic functions, brujeria etc
Um being in australia I have no idea how to measure shit in inches (we're metric and I'm trying as hard as I can not to take that remark down a dirty road so uhh bring on the next paragraph)

LOL I'm responsible *cough* and usually fairly orgainzed (and not really MESSY) but my memory is hideous. We're talking a goldfish's three second rule here, useless as domokun rhinoplasty (they have no noses).
Fuck responsibility aynway, irresponsible people generally have more fun.

- cal
Nov. 17th, 2004 07:46 am (UTC)
Yep, that's exactly what they are. Geek pages. :)

Word to that 2nd paragraph.
"Responsibility, what's that?
Responsibility... not quite yet.
I dont wanna think about it, we'd be better off without it."
... or something. *shifty eyes*

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