not as think as you drunk
Nov. 12th, 2004 03:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aruanHarry Potter essay continues to eat my life. Difficult thing about it is that it's like doing a gridded logic puzzle, where every sentence has three different parts to it, the truth value of which relies on the rest of the sentence and the minutest little detail from another one. Before I'm done, there will be a flowchart made of my living room floor, to be sure. That it's looking more and more like Dumbledore saw Harry's parents as an acceptable sacrifice disturbs me more than you know.
Wednesday nights are my Holy Grail of television. Lost continues to rock, and rock hard, and Regency House Party is just wonderful beyond words. There was phantasmagoria! They put on a play! They held a clandestine party for Lord Byron and the women dressed in drag to crash it! There was a traveling musician who'll return to continue wooing the girls away from the increasingly snooty gents! We consulted the hermit! Also, the men are all unbearable hot and British. If you're not watching, you're seriously missing out on something fantastic.
We went to what should've been Step at 5:45 p.m. today, but the instructor never showed, so another girl stepped in and offered to do a cardio class. It ended up being just Staci,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
walkingshadow and I, and we had an absolute blast. The instructor does a class called "I Love the 80s" right before ours, so we just repeated that with this week's theme - Rocky. At one point, she had us running around in circles in victory, but we modified that to weaving between each other and high-fiving and completely changing positions in line in the process. Such fun.
As for Roommate Night? Mmm, Chopstix. Mmm, Mudslides. Mmm, singing the entire first act of RENT at the tops of our lungs. Mmm, drunken arts & crafts. From all of which I now have a fabulous new bracelet that reads parce que oui and a non-fandom-related picture to share with the class. Taken by Staci, it is the assorted paintings produced over our approximately three hours of drunken haze with myself and Miranda huddled into my papasan chair in the lower right:
G'night, all. I'll be up too early to hand out copies of our Homecoming edition of the Alligator tomorrow morning. If for no other reason, be happy you won't.
Quote of the Day:
Stark Trek, huh? Those ears do it for you? What the hell. I'm still lusting over my high school history teacher. Enjoy.
- Kelsey
I'm not totally clear how the two equate, but sure. Also, have I mentioned that the only reason why I (finally) passed Calculus was because of my "hotass flyhalf" (thanks,mirareeves) TA, Chris? Who was also 30 at the time and balding. And yet, there I was, having fantasies of being taken over his desk and later finding a smear of chalk on my cheek. I probably wouldn't have told you that story sober. Oh well.
Wednesday nights are my Holy Grail of television. Lost continues to rock, and rock hard, and Regency House Party is just wonderful beyond words. There was phantasmagoria! They put on a play! They held a clandestine party for Lord Byron and the women dressed in drag to crash it! There was a traveling musician who'll return to continue wooing the girls away from the increasingly snooty gents! We consulted the hermit! Also, the men are all unbearable hot and British. If you're not watching, you're seriously missing out on something fantastic.
We went to what should've been Step at 5:45 p.m. today, but the instructor never showed, so another girl stepped in and offered to do a cardio class. It ended up being just Staci,
walkingshadow and I, and we had an absolute blast. The instructor does a class called "I Love the 80s" right before ours, so we just repeated that with this week's theme - Rocky. At one point, she had us running around in circles in victory, but we modified that to weaving between each other and high-fiving and completely changing positions in line in the process. Such fun.As for Roommate Night? Mmm, Chopstix. Mmm, Mudslides. Mmm, singing the entire first act of RENT at the tops of our lungs. Mmm, drunken arts & crafts. From all of which I now have a fabulous new bracelet that reads parce que oui and a non-fandom-related picture to share with the class. Taken by Staci, it is the assorted paintings produced over our approximately three hours of drunken haze with myself and Miranda huddled into my papasan chair in the lower right:
G'night, all. I'll be up too early to hand out copies of our Homecoming edition of the Alligator tomorrow morning. If for no other reason, be happy you won't.
Quote of the Day:
Stark Trek, huh? Those ears do it for you? What the hell. I'm still lusting over my high school history teacher. Enjoy.
- Kelsey
I'm not totally clear how the two equate, but sure. Also, have I mentioned that the only reason why I (finally) passed Calculus was because of my "hotass flyhalf" (thanks,
mirareeves) TA, Chris? Who was also 30 at the time and balding. And yet, there I was, having fantasies of being taken over his desk and later finding a smear of chalk on my cheek. I probably wouldn't have told you that story sober. Oh well.
