Smallhouse Log

after the Sunday late shift

  1. Portraying: 58% of Home
  2. Conveying: Happiness
  3. Now Playing: "Soul to Squeeze" - Red Hot Chili Peppers
  4. The Saying: "A woman came up to me and said, 'I'd like to poison your mind with wrong ideas that appeal to you, though I am not unkind.'" - 'Whistling in the Dark', by They Might Be Giants
  5. When Praying: All those at this college with unhealthy lifestyles

There were several thing I forgot to mention in the last post, but I can't remember any of them now, except the bit about how Sarah kept mentioning her boyfriend in the later half of the night. It was really funny if you were there. Really.

Also, CU is going, again. I think.... I don't know. I like the name Smallhouse, and will probably go back to that name, but not with the text-adventuresque layout of before. Probably a more RotB-style layout, with elements from the layout I had been considering doing for a while, which is a fair mite like CU, actually. I think, maybe, over spring break, I can do it. I'm still swamped with math raight now, but at least I'm halfway through it.

Oh, yeah, and Amanda apparantly cut her hair. She sent me a picture. It's not that good a shot, but it doesn't look that much shorter to me. Ah, well. I'm trying to find someone who took digital pictures of me at Beth's cocktail party so I can show her how short mine got. *grin*

Have I mentioned how absolutely great I feel? Oh! That's what i was going to talk about! I went to this Bhangra put on by SASA on Friday, and my calves are still sore. But it was, por supuesto, a lot of fun. Once again, I left an hour early out of soreness. One day, I will stat the whole night.... one day. Grace and her friend with green bangs were there, too. I ended up walking with her to the bus stop.

On Saturday, I burned my hand. I tried -and succeeded- to put out a match with my bare fingers. No, I hadn't been drinking. When I'm sober, I don't always think about stuff like that. When I've been drinking, though, I am more cautious, and don't do things like play with fire or juggle. And when I'm actually drunk, I generally think about how I could get a ciggarette to smoke and get everyone to excuse it because I'm drunk. As another benefit of this upswing I'm in, I no longer am nearly as attracted to smoking as before. Score.

I did learn how to light matches one-handed, though. See, I can learn things at college.

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