AUGH!

Who cooks bacon at fuckin' midnight on Friday night? I can sort of smell it in my room. This has happened before, but usually Saturday or Sunday morning. It's someone on the other side of the floor, probably someone who wasn't here last semester... One day I will find out who it is, and when I do, I shall hunt him (or possibly her) down. And I will say, would you tell me when you're cooking bacon so that I can properly prepare to rid my room of the smell? Because yes, the scent does waft that far! And it almost makes me want to vomit. Though not as much as the smell of banana nut bread, or even just banana bread baking.

Goddamn It Brain, Quiet Down a Bit!

So, I set out to start my Hum paper three hours ago. Well, I have the file all set up and saved. I have a heading and a working title. And I have one sentence, half of which is a quoatation. At this rate, I should be done sometime next month! Or, in a couple hours, if I could just sit down and fucking focus. Ah, thank you for the LiveJournal. I can get into the writing mode by writing in here a bit. It might help with focus, as well. What doesn't help to focus is reading e-mail, whatever the hell I was doing for the last half hour before that, making lunch and eating it while reading over the stuff I'm going to write about but paying more attention to my food, taking a freaking hour to cook and eat a single package of Ramen, and talking to Darrow for an hour over in his room. So now my brain is a bit unfocused. Too much going on in it. For now, I need to not think about James being asked to leave and how students are trying to get him back. I need to not anticipate tonigh's Drag Ball too much. I need to think about Ovid and Seneca. I was reading through stuff earlier and writing out some notes and bam! there's a thesis statement, and a damn good one, too.

Okay. Paper time.

Friends With Benefits

Okay, I've gotten a little more done on my paper, but I still can't fully concentrate because I keep getting distracted by something I was talking about with Darrow earlier. And what we were talking about is the subject line, friends with benefits. He was asking how my boy situation was, which got us on the topic of relationships and men in general. He has decided to be honest with women about men, and doing a pretty good job so far, I think. So, we were talking about friends with benefits as an arrangement that's pretty prevalent here. You're friends, but do the cuddling thing, but not with pressure for sex or anything. Sounds good, but also a bit hard to maintain, because if there's any attraction that starts going on anywhere in there, there goes that arrangement. It was because of this discussion that I realized an important thing: Nathaniel was a friend with benefits. That's what that "crap back during fall break" was. It's a tremendous relief to know this. But, that didn't last for more than two weeks, well, a week, really, because there was some attraction, or at least I got the sense that there was, and it wasn't on my part.

Okay, having gotten that thought communicated, I can go on to communicating my thoughts on Seneca, Ovid, and the story of Phaethon.