January 26th, 2004

I love my hand!

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After 4 years, I finally caught them all. Thank you. As I was trading my newly-evolved Jolteon to complete my Pokedex, I couldn't help thinking, "My Jolteon brings all the boys to the yard, and theyr'e like, it's better than yours, damn right, it's better than yours, I could train them, but I'd have to charge..." Gyarr! Thom, you should make a parody of that. And a dance! Hehehe... the N key keeps sticking on this stupid keyboard. Oh well, I'll see if I can rearrange my room tonight and get Damnyou hooked up to the network with the other jack.

There's a special interest house info session this evening, and since I've pretty much taken charge of the who-will-live-in-the-writers'-house-next-year deal, I suppose I should go to that. I also need to talk to Jamie, since she's not sure if she wants to live in the house next year, and we need to discuss custody of Dude since we're his mommies.
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I'm a dorkety dork dork

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Responsibility and I don't mix very well. So I'm the one taking initiative for the application thingy for the writers' house next year. We have 8 spaces, and so far I know 3 people (including myself) who definitely want to live there and 2 people who aren't sure yet. I don't want to have to go find 3-5 others, especially if we end up filling the slots with non-writers who don't do any of the house activities. The application shouldn't be a problem, but I'm not sure if our advisor is Bakken or Nesset (I'll ask Carolyn, she did this last year), and it says I need to be available for questions on the 17th from 6-7:30 pm... which means I'll have to ask someone else to take notes at the Argo meeting. Blarg. This would be easier on my mind if there weren't several people counting on me to take care of this... I keep thinking I'm going to somehow fuck up and let people down. Silly me.

But on the other hand, Gen (kaneta) is going to spirit me away sometime. "I secretly plan to sneak to her dorm in the night and steal her away, to keep in my closet so that she can whisper me story ideas in the dead of night. I will throw her grapes." Mmm, I can be a grape-eating muse.

Now I'm going to go home and attempt a very impressive feat. I'm going to clear the floor and vaccuum the room. Then, if I don't collapse and/or die, I'm going to rearrange the furniture and see if the other jack will give me the internet. Hopefully my next update will be from the comfort and privacy of my own room. Cover me, I'm going in.
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