This day was fucking long...
It started off with me forgetting to finish my Japanese homework (good thing I wake up abnormally early.) Aside from getting to class later than normal, that was it. I wasn't really late for class and I still had enough time to finish it before class actually began. My teacher doesn't like us working on it during class, and I never have. The only other problem I had was the simple fact that I didn't really know for sure what the page number was. Luckily I managed to figure it out in time. I half remembered half guessed the page, but it was right non the less.
Next was "Psychology 102." It was alright... though I spent the first third of it texting a friend that I had wished a happy birthday to. Something about saving someone from drowning, who is a trained lifeguard if I remember correctly, and then something else about a secret. I have no idea what secrets I am hiding... (this website... this website... the body of that one guy... this website...) nope, nothing. Really, I can't think of anything that I am hiding. Part of the reason is that I don't want to think about it too much. It's also the fact that I can't really think of anything off the top of my head. As for the rest of the class... this one chick was playing "Bejeweled" and I couldn't help but watch her play... I need to learn to stay focused. All that training not to fall asleep during church is starting to fuck with me now... All those stupid day dreams and what not...
I don't remember what I had for breakfast today... Wait, yeah I do! It was two lemon poppy seed muffins. Damn those were good. Anyways that didn't really fill me up, so by the time I got out of the third class I was dreading the fact that I needed to walk all the way to my dorm (it's pretty far from Ballintine to Briscoe, it's the furthest place I have to walk to from my dorm) with little to no food in my stomach. Along the way some nut job priest was yelling out to the people around him. He saying shit like, "all of you girls should be ashamed being dressed like that!" and something like this, "why don't you get paid for screwing around with all the guys!?" Before this he was spelling something... I don't remember what though. Some people stopped and jeered at him. Admittedly I stopped and and said something like, "I don't think prostitution is legal here." I don't know if he heard me or not but the guy next to me did. Figuring that it was best that I left before something else happened... well I left.
After I grabbed my oboe (I had dad drag it up to me on Wednesday, you'll learn why soon) I wondered to Wright, which is not as far as Ballintine but damn it is still far. I had two reasons for going there: One, I wanted to eat somewhere other than Grasham. Two, I needed information, and knowing how people get into schedules, I knew I would be able to get it. I got my food and started to text my friend for help. At some point I finally found her. Aside from the reason above, I knew she was there because I heard her laugh. I switched sides on the table, this was after I found her, and started to watch her text me (I texted Montgomery, "It's amusing to watch someone text you." He laughed.) After a while I gave up the ghost (that is some weird phrase people use right? You know like "let the cat out of the bag") and told her that I was in Wright. I didn't tell her that I knew she was there though. I got my stuff wondered over to where they were sitting and acted surprised when I saw them. They didn't seem to catch on that I walked directly to where they were... kind of sad really. Anyways we talked and she told me to text her when I had my paperwork (a sheet of paper) so we could talk about it more. At the time, I needed to head to class.
Next up was my "Speech and Phonics class." I don't really know if that is the title of the course, but it is close enough for me. The teacher of the class had wanted people with instruments to bring them in so we could record them for something. It was more of less the way a note's wave looks like, that's why she wanted them I was the only one to remember to bring an instrument in. I played a scale and then put my oboe up right afterwards. Yay? Whatever, I kind of wanted to practice "Lilium" a bit, so it wasn't a waste of time and effort to bring my oboe up. I had to print out another copy though.
I then wondered back to Briscoe... got the paper... and then to Ashton... I think I've done more walking today then I normally do in three. Anyways, some girl walked out of the building, she was walking out of the building with clothes... I think that they were to be washed or had been washed..., which allowed me to sneak in. I then wondered around the building looking for the door to my friend's room. Before I could find the room, I got a call from said person. As I was walking to the last wing of the building (third floor) they ended up coming up the stairs that I had just turned my back to. After about an hour of screwing with my schedule and what not, I decided that I needed to leave (some lame excuse that that was enough for a day) headed to Briscoe... yay...
Before I got to Briscoe, I stopped by Grasham for food. I then ran into a schoolmate from Loogootee. We talked a bit, I used some lame excuse to get away, and I got my bloody food. Otherwise it wasn't very note worthy... Except they had banana pudding. At least I think it is banana. Whatever! It was still good. :)
I picked up Darkman and proceeded to Myer. Ballintine is the farthest place that I have to walk to straight from my dorm. Myer is farther, and since this was the first time going there, it meant that I was going to be walking more than what I probably should have to. The only good point to this was that I had music to at least keep me from going insane... or insaner. Though I do find it funny that I was wondering around, lost for the most part, and I'm listening to scary music. Nothing ironic about that, now is there? I did find it eventually. The whole point of going to Myer was for the hope of getting something for my damn reaction paper. Nope, fell asleep... Fuck...
I then proceeded in walking back to Briscoe so I could do my Japanese homework and maybe sleep. Seeing as both of the toilets where in horrible shape, I went to the ground floor so I could use one. Well, I ended up going to the center, the place where I get my mail (not a post office), for a toilet. I hadn't expected to leave my building and therefore I couldn't get back in. I had my key for my room, but I need to swipe my "campus access card," which I didn't have, in order to get into the building. I didn't care too much. It only meant that I was going to stay out in the cold for a bit. I went to the computer lab before that though. I printed out some eighteen page thing I needed to read before class tomorrow and then tried to leave the building. Nope, another former schoolmate was around. He stopped me and we went on about why I was there. As it turns out, the people on the eleventh floor of the other building (not Shoemaker) are all IT tech dudes... or at least they should be. The thing is that they really didn't have a shortage of rooms to begin with... well, whatever. That's when my roommate came wondering up from the computer lab (or at least that area.) I used him as an excuse to stop talking (I said something like, "that's my roommate, I kind of need him to get me in the building, because I was an idiot." Not really the exact words, but the same meaning.) and then wondered off. My roommate opened the door, but had a question. I would have been more than happy to help him, if it weren't for the fact that I would have to have him reopen the door for me. I told him, "you know that guy I was talking to? Red hair? He'll be happy to help you." I've been making excuses all day, one more can't hurt?
Finally, I'm back in my damn room. Did all of the normal things I usually do when I have free time. Checked AA, went your sites, read comics, and than sat there for a bit. Then all hell broke loose. Erando texted me for a bit, I called dad, a friend PMed (sent a private message) me on AA about the card, I called Talam, my roommate popped by and left five minutes later (he said that "he wasn't going to be back tonight"), and now I'm ranting... or rambling... Whatever, I'm fucking tired...