Saturday, November 17, 2007
Day 55. Tired.
So I spent yesterday afternoon writing a paper that's due Monday. "But why? It's only Friday." You ask. Well, it's because of a few things. First. It was wet outside, which means I can't slack line or skateboard, the two staple activities of my procrastination. Second. NOTHING was happening in this general vacinity. Usually, we can get a Halo game going in all of five minutes. But not today. One of us (being suitemates) was on the phone with his girlfriend. Another was either in class or writing. A lot. The other five were nowhere to be found. So, my intention was to write until I got distracted and call it a day. I did go to CCF (one of the on-campus ministries here) and got super high on God, which was amazing. I returned to my dorm, grabbed my skateboard and went to one of the dry spots I know of and worked on switch and nollie heelflips for awhile, then returned to the dorm to get distracted somewhere else. I recieved an invitation to get drunk, but I think I said "We'll see." Still, at 9:30, everyone was gone or busy. I at this point completely finished my paper, and wrote the bibliography too. I was completely done at about midnight, which was precisely when everyone decided to emerge from their holes. Four of us played several round of Halo, then Cameron and Mike decided to have a "really bad writing contest." by this time it was nearly 2:00 AM, and David and I mindlessly mashed buttons on Tony Hawk's Pro Skater while Mike cracked up at his own writing. The results of said contest were golden, with all of us crying from laughter and Mike almost pissing himself he was laughing so hard. After more button mashing, I called it a night at 3:30, and slept until 11 this morning. John is still asleep, or at least trying to be. I am awake, but don't know what else to do because my paper is done. I'm thinking of trying to knit. But I am unsure at this point. We'll see. I could go skate too. That was a lot of fun, but I usually try to avoid that during the day because the rent-a-cops throw a hissy fit.
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