Smallhouse Log

Monday, Ninth Week
"Having a case of beer is like having an ID, right?" - Igy, 11/24

Oh, those crazy vegans. They're trying to convince me to not eat any turkey on Thanksgiving. I only just realized that there's no reason why I would, since I'm not eating with my family.

Oh, yeah, and this had to be done. *tongue*

Sooo.... tacos. That is to say, fetus hat.

Yeah, and Dinesh wants me to teach him to play hackey-sack. I'm not entire sure why.

So I finally did a full computer science homework today. Total hours, approximately 7.5; total pages, 14-15. Thank goodness it was easy. Yeah, but I still have to write a fake lab report, which I'll probably attend to after I'm done here, and that pesky paper on The German Ideology. Bah.

So, yeah, I just realized I'd completely forgotten for most of this quarter that Life's So Rad. Because, you know, it is.

I was just trying to think of what I did this weekend (besides work / despair), and I remembered this: I witnessed the single stupidest thing I've ever seen anyone do here. That is, I watched Dan and his friends from out of town roll and light a joint in the house lounge. Smoking up in public = stupid. Smoking up someplace where smoking isn't even allowed, and is therefore more noticeable = even stupider. Talking about it in reasonably loud voices while doing so = so stupid as to be barely believable. I swear, they must have already been drinking, or something. Idiots.

Yeah, and I got cookies from my mommy. They're the only food I have. I ate them for breakfast yesterday, and will probably do so again tomorrow. Unless, of course, Anna is reading this, still doesn't hate me despite that, and wants to cook me food. *puppyeyes*

I need candles. Candles are fire fun.

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