Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Last night I closed until two in the morning, and awoke this morning at seven, relatively chipper enough to finish reading the German story whilst eating Cinnamon Toast Crunch at the dining hall. I showered and skipped merrily off to my nine-thirty Trojan War seminar, whereinwhich I promptly crashed. I might have been better off, had I my books (with their scenic pictures and complicated diagrams) before me, but as 'twas, I sat struggling to pay Dr. Reed any sort of attention as my pen drooped after the first word at every line. I had the German readings class afterward, but as I knew my previous behavior would only repeat itself, I thought it prudent simply to play hooky (which I believe is "blaumachen" auf deutsch, but I must ask Jan, one of the Germans who didn't leave, for clarification).
Instead, ich habe nach Wohnzimmer gegangen, promptly falling asleep in my sehr prima toll tent bed after tossing my notebooks with grateful abandon onto my microwave (which sits atop a huge cardboard moving box). I woke up around one (sleeping perhaps a little over an hour) lethargic, and have since journeyed to the Rec to ellipticize myself awake; I ran nowhere with my crazy German metal buddies for slightly more than twenty minutes before hopping off for vittles and a drink oder zwei.
Ich liebe Till Lindemann- Er ist sehr heiß, ja? Wie lustig.
Jetzt muß ich deutsch und griechisch studieren. Man könntest sagen, daß ich besser sein werden, wenn ich zur meine Kurse gehe[n?], aber... ich habe doch zwei Jahre. So da, bitches.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 1:08 PM]