Honey, you should know that I could never go on without you...

I should be in bed. Really. I have a 9am class tomorrow.

I've been listening to Coldplay and Counting Crows this evening. Playing the Sims, eating couscous and generally putzing about. There are about a thousand constructive things that I could be doing that I'm not.

Today was a busy day. I went from one meeting to another... 2 classes, english major meeting (how disappointing), foreign language meeting, RA staff meeting... they all blur together. And I haven't been sleeping enough. But tomorrow, I'm not busy from 2-8, so I might do some letter writing and make my first BTVS award noms. I've just gotten back into Buffy icon making. I had a mostly Buffy-free summer, as I was off doing that cocooning thing that I've been known to do. I might get back into the swing of things once Angel starts back up, but right now, I'm not feeling the 'ol icon lust, y'know?

This is such a waste of an entry.

But I did manage to get a haircut. Mostly, because I did it myself. Two nights ago, Rac walked into my room to find me with a small pile of hair at my feet and scissors in my hands.

What're you DOING?, she exclaimed in that spazztastic way that only Rac can.

But hey, at least I cut it straight.

The moon is so bright outside my window that it looks like a glowing silver dollar.

It's beyond words, really.

Whoa.

McDaniel Makes the News after 24 Arrests.

No problem last weekend??

How about those 5 fights that broke out outside of GA that took 6 Campus officers and Westminster Police to calm down??

Today's been good so far.

I mean, if you don't count the fact that every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday morning, I have the distinct urge to shoot my lab partners in my Light and Color science class. If the two of them pooled their collective braincells, they wouldn't have enough smarts outwit a two year old. I do most of the work while he asks her to the latest off campus party and she giggles vapidly, pretending that she couldn't care less that he's asking. Then they both turn to me, "So what was the answer to that thing that you were doing?"

Another funny thing: say I'm having a problem getting my equation to produce the right color. The teacher, a very sweet man, is of no help. He teaches a Light and Color course, but he's colorblind.

My voice lesson was fun. Kyle loves to give me slut songs, and I'm doing my first in-class jazz-type thing. She's starting me out with Cole Porter's Love For Sale. Everytime I get through a verse, she cracks up. Apparently I can only do the slutty thing well if I'm doing it in Italian. She thinks it's funny that I made a prostitute song sound like opera. So I put on her Valkrie horns and finished the goddamn song. Heather and Rac, Kyle says that you're right, I probably could make Snoop Dogg sound like opera.

Kyle is the only teacher I can give the finger to and she thinks it's great. I love Kyle.

The rest of my evening: fire drills. And DMB tomorrow!