March 29th, 2004

"I'm a nun - I'm a penguin!"

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Wow. Pastry innuendo is hilarious. I was at lunch with Matt, Amanda, Jess, and Jess's friend, and after Matt left, Amanda got this really phallic cream-filled pastry. Hilarity ensued. And I'll never be able to look at the things again without thinking of Deltron. We are so bad. But innuendo is so much fun. I was carrying a banana around on Friday, and I poked Ben and Hoople with it and said stuff like, "Take it, bitch! Yeah, you know you like my banana!" Hee. 'Twas great.

I've been up since 5:30 this morning! And I kept almost nodding off in my first two classes. It was that feeling where my whole body feels limp and heavy, and I go cross-eyed trying to keep my eyes open. Then my head droops and I jerk awake. The cycle continues. At least I didn't start drooling again. Taking notes while desperately trying to hang on to consciousness is very interesting. Then I start writing off the line and my handwriting becomes bigger and scragglier and almost illegible, and sometimes a letter will jut down the page and I'll have to erase it. If I'm really out of it, I'll be dreaming that I'm copying something entirely different and nonsensical into my notes, until I wake up and realize I'm writing the wrong thing. Some of my chem notes from last semester are barely legible, and I don't remember what I was writing, just that I was simultaneously writing and drifting in and out of consciousness. Eh, I'm still tired. Maybe I'll go take a nap. I don't have anything else to do today.

And in my junior seminar, Prof. Rose was talking about how in the Renaissance, men were hot and women were cold, and if a woman got too hot, she could supposedly become a man, and apparently there were cases of it happening. Then she said something about if a woman got too hot, she would suddenly "pop out a penis." Being me, I said, "that would be awesome" out loud. Prof. Rose laughed, and everyone else just stared at me. So I laughed nervously and said, "sorry, I'm insane." Yep. This is why I shouldn't talk.

Yeah, I should go back to bed. I'm feeling rather "drifty." And I'm constantly covered in cat hair. Wow.
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