Burn, Baby, Burn!

The most significant part of my Friday was the Steele bonfire. Mmm, fire. There were s'mores, too. And we burned George W. in marshmallow effigy. That was quite fun. I think we burned one of the Backstreet Boys in effigy too. There are several people around the Steele dorms who own drums and occasionally go outside and bang on them loudly. I think we had all of them out today at the bonfire. It added quite a tribal feel to the whole thing. I now have a strong urge to set things on fire, particularly most of my notes and homeworks from Calculus (I'll keep the notes with the spontaneously done drawing in the margin and the homework on limits that I actually did perfectly on), Hum conference notes (because they're absolutely fucking useless because my conference sucks and is pretty much a waste of my time), and the lab handouts and midterm exam from pop. bio. (which were crappy labs and I hated that whole section.) I would burn my notes from pop. bio. as well, but there are so few of them and they share paper with things I want to keep. Kristina also has a pile of things to burn, so one of these days, we're going to have lots of fun.

I've discovered that I choke on water whenever I try to drink it quickly. Not good.

Oh, I also applied for a job on the Quest. A copy editing job. (I love copy editing.) I'm figuring it's not going to be a huge time commitment, nor a large source of income, so I'll probably get a job at the library too.

Coming up tomorrow: praciticing (I hope), reading for Hum (oh boy!) and dementia.

Who keeps going through what fucking door?! Every two minutes or so, a door slams. Grr.