Dinhternet

OK, sec­ond post of the day… I’ll be writ­ing about yes­ter­day now. Let’s see…

Woke up around 8 and hopped on the com­puter to take care of some busi­ness. Joe M was get­ting ready for class, and asked why I was always up early if I didn’t have any­thing to do. Good ques­tion. Got ready, had oat­meal for break­fast again, and made myself a nice lunch of grilled cheese sand­wiches. Caught the bus to school with Peggy and Po C.

It was a very APhiO day of classes. First in PSC 101, I sat next to Liz, and then Susan Z and Eric AY sat by us, too. Cat P is in that class, too, but she didn’t come in time to get a seat by us. (We were in the very mid­dle, so it’s hard to save a seat.) Then in PSC 100, Marissa and I sat together, and Emily L and Clint sat by us. (Chellee’s in that class, too, but I didn’t see her that day.) After those two classes, stopped by the MU for a bit. Saw a bunch of folks tabling out­side for Ser­vice Fair. I chat­ted for a bit, and then went home.

Took a short nap, and then I drove Peggy to her class. I wasn’t going to go back onto cam­pus until my class, but hers is pretty inter­est­ing, and I like to sit in on it. In fact, quote comes from that class.

That guy… he’s a good prof. I’ll def­i­nitely take that class for real if I can. Oh yeah, I for­got to men­tion, he caught me read­ing a book in class, and was like, “Damn, I can’t even com­pete with that book? Is it that good? What’s it called? What’s it about?” And then he insisted that I fin­ish it by Mon­day and give a two minute book report to the class on it.

After that was time for my PSC 168 class. The mate­r­ial was pretty dry for the most part. Peggy keeps insist­ing that her pro­fes­sors are more inter­est­ing and enter­tain­ing then mine. But then she busted out some good sto­ries about stuff psy­chopaths say when sub­jected to the Ror­shach Test. Them cra­zies sure are crazy!

Drove home after class and played Halo for a bit until Peggy got out of her LOXi meet­ing. I guess she’s going to rush them. Even though at the info night meet­ing, she got one of the LOXi poten­tials to con­sider pledg­ing APhiO instead. The two of us had din­ner, and then watched TV for a while. She went to sleep because she had class today, and I played more Halo until I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore.

Wow. It’s 4 AM. I have to be at Chris and Brandon’s place at 7:30 to go on TAK Retreat. That gives me a lit­tle under three hours of sleep. Yay! (Assum­ing I go to sleep now, that is. But I’m going to stay up for a bit and write up a post about my day.)

Woke up of my own voli­tion at 8 again this morn­ing. I don’t know why. It’s start­ing to hurt. My pre­vi­ous post describes pretty well what I did all morning.

Went over to Jenny’s place to watch Air with her. It’s an animé I hadn’t seen before about a guy who comes along a strange town while on a quest of sorts. We also watched Bleach 24. I only got through about three episodes of Air and a whole bunch of sea­weed pack­ets and oranges before I started nod­ding off. Sorry, Jenny! The show was inter­est­ing, but the sleep­less­ness was just catch­ing up with me.

Went home to nap, but found peo­ple watch­ing Taxi and I couldn’t resist. Fin­ished that, and they started A Shark’s Tale, but then I went up to my room and tried to pass out. Empha­sis on tried. Tossed and turned for days, but to no avail. Partly because of the noise of the movie and the view­ers laugh­ing. But mostly because of stuff con­tin­u­ously run­ning through my mind. I argued with myself a lot. And the weird­est part was, what­ever I was think­ing about, I kept think­ing of it in blog­ging terms; I was plan­ning out a post I would never write. Like, at the same time as I thought and argued, another part of my mind imag­ined myself typ­ing all of these men­tal goings-on out. Even like delet­ing and re-writing por­tions. Sound crazy to you? Me, too.

Hopped online after I finally admit­ted to myself that I wouldn’t be get­ting any sleep. But not to blog… just to chat. Judy just got back to Davis and was hun­gry, so she came over, and the two of us went to Jack in the Crack. Sat there for days, talk­ing about ran­dom stuff. One of the top­ics cov­ered was dating -

“I want a guy to drop $100 on a date with me to make me feel spe­cial. But I hate the fancy food — the whole date, I’ll be think­ing about Denny’s.”- Judy.

So if any­one wants to know the secret to Judy’s heart, there you go. Drop $100 at Denny’s for her, and you’re set! By the time we left, it was time for the party. But we headed back to Sun­tree first to pack for retreat.

When we got to Aywon’s, a lot of peo­ple seemed pretty… warmed up. I grabbed a cou­ple of cans of Pepsi and hugged wall for dear life. So not a sober dancer. Chit-chatted with some other wall­flow­ers. Oh, Peggy and I remained strong! No giv­ing in early for us… Joe M bet­ter not be let­ting us down, wher­ever he may be at the moment. Bao kept shout­ing “Drink!” at me, but later on he came over and told me that he respected me for being able to hold out. Thanks, man! It hasn’t been always been easy. The po-po came and broke up Aywon’s, so we moved to Vince and Ant’s place at Oak­shade. This one was more chill… it was drinks and games down­stairs, music and danc­ing upstairs. I stayed mostly down­stairs and talked. We left at around 4, and now here I am, sit­ting at home.

Here’s the table of culpability:

Man, get­ting awfully close to the triple dig­its. I shouldn’t talk to myself out loud. Par­tic­u­larly when angry.

Oh, and one more thing before I go… tonight was like the fourth time in five nights that someone’s asked me “the ques­tion.” Please stop. If I wanted to talk to you about it, I would have.

Alright, good talk, sport. I’ll see you all in two days! Try not to die of bore­dom with­out me.