Return of the Prodigal Writer

I haven't been writing in this journal for the past couple days. That's mostly because I have been trying to not stay up past two, and actually going to bed before two, although that didn't always work out. Like tonight. But it's Friday night, so I don't have to get up early. Not that I've been getting up for nine o'clock lectures anyway. But that's beside the point. I also didn't get to bed early last night, but that was due to a friend having a crisis and not because I was doing work, like I have been for most of the week. I did have reading to do, but sometimes there are other things that are much more important. I had been doing good, though, I finally stopped playing Snood (which my HA introduced me to on Wednesday and to which I was instantly hooked) and read Hum. We're now reading the Aeneid, and I was well into book three when it was time for the Steele study break, which is supposed to happen every other Thursday this semester. I"m looking forward to the ones in my building, particularly my floor, because then I won't have to go far or wait for someone to let me into Steele East. So, I went over and stayed for a while, and I got back and did things like checking e-mail before I settled down to work again, and before I could actually do so, one of my dormies had a bit of a crisis, so my roommate and I stayed up late talking with her. I actually did a lot of talking yesterday. Wow. Then today I slept through Hum lecture because I knew it would be boring, and decided not to go to Hum conference because I didn't feel like putting up with that bullshit, so I stayed in my dorm and did other work instead. I even ate lunch in my dorm (all I had was stale biscuits and some egg noodles) because I didn't feel like going over to Commons. I'm sick of Commons' food. I did go to Bio lab, though. We played with clay and looked at slides. I realized then that I hate microscopes. I can never look through them properly. And it's too much effort to look through them. It's annoying with my glasses on, and then when I take my glasses off, it's still annoying because my eyelashes hit the eyepieces on the thing and I don't think I can see a thing, and then looking through the microscope makes me feel like I'm going cross-eyed. Oh, and another thing about lab: Meg and I can't seem to keep a lab partner. First we were working with Emily, and after a week or two she dropped Bio. Then Lesley joined our group, and the three of us have worked together pretty much since then. Until today, that is. Lesley didn't show up to lab because she too is dropping Bio. She did last longer than Emily though, so maybe our next partner will make it through the whole year. And, the third time's the charm, they say. I did get out of lab early today. Afterwards, I went over to Prexy to pick up the music for orchestra. I didn't find it then, but I got it later. I picked up the Viola I part. What am I getting myself into? We had a slumber party type of thing in my dorm tonight. We actually just went and got things to eat and a movie, came back and watched the movie and then sat around talking with a couple of Jean's friends and part of the dorm. It was kind of slumber party-ish in the way the conversation went. But at least we didn't to the makeovers and the face masks and such. If we had, I'd have gone running. And I did get a chance to go to the grocery store and get some Ramen out of the whole thing. What else has happened in the past couple days? Oh, yeah, Morris Dees came to campus yesterday. He is part of the Southern Poverty Law Center, which works on civil rights cases and also runs the Teaching Tolerance and Campaign for Tolerance programs. He gave a good speech, and I got to go to a dinner with him and fifteen other students and a few other assorted people including three bodyguards. It was an interesting dinner although I didn't get a chance to talk to him. Ah well. I think that's "all the news that's fit to print." Sleep beckons. But so does a stack of articles that want copy editing. I can probably do that tomorrow, along with practicing, going through the e-mail that I've allowed to accumulate, the Logic reading that I should have done earlier, the Hum reading that I should have done earlier, the Bio reading on reserve in the library that I really should have done earlier, the listening for String Quartet that I should have done earlier, and then the things I could start on, such as Logic reading and homework for next week, the readings for String Quartet, picking a topic for my Hum paper, working on my music paper, and starting on my lab report. Oh, and I should probably sweep my floor sometime soon, as I still haven't done that. And there's laundry too, but there's no way I'm doing that on a weekend because that's when everyone else is also doing their laundry. I don't really feel like sleeping, but it will probably feel oh so good. Then I won't be in the least tempted to think about the complicated issues of relationships, which seem to have come up with a vengeance lately. But I don't feel like going into that right now. So, to sweet sleep go I.