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Stick A Fork in Him, 'Cuz He's Done!
Apr. 7th, 2001 05:27 pmIt's Saturday, and yet I'm spending the day much like I do weekdays: tired, hungry, and incoherent from long periods of sustained work time. Of course, it's work I get paid for, and tonight I'm going out and having some fun at a cocktail party and then spring formal. But before that happens, I would really like to finish editing. That would be nice. But the damn Qommunal Folder went down while I was in the middle of Thesis Hell.
Some random news: Thursday I was reading Revelations for Hum, and I was so tired that I fell asleep. You know you're tired when you can fall asleep in the middle of the Apocalypse. I'd gotten less than two hours of sleep the night before, and then woke up at 8:45 and managed to still be on time for Bio lecture. I didn't go to Logic but instead took a nap of an hour and a half duration. Then there was the other nap I took while reading. I'm rather loosing my concept of time. I can keep track of the days in the week, but somehow, they all go by so damned fast. Individual days seem so short. Ah well. Friday I managed to fall asleep in Hum lecture (and it was a good lecturer, too!) and Hum conference as well. I was awake for Bio lab, though, which is a very good thing. I was actually very focused on what was going on. We had an extra person in my lab group this time, which made things a little odd, but oh well. Only two more Intro labs left! I'm running for Quest Board for next year. Not alone, though. Oh, no. I don't think I could handle the entire paper on my own just yet. I'm running with five other people, and if we're elected, we'll all have our own roles as part of Quest Board, and mine will be the actual editing of all the articles. Yum. I get to do things like today again! Oh, but actually, if I'm in charge of the articles, I can do with them what I please. Meaning, I can put them in the Qommunal Folder and edit them at my own pace, probably something approximately like as they come in, as opposed to having to wait for someone else to move everything into the Qommunal Folder. Oh, and I'm going to be living in the German House next year. I'm so glad! I have to pick up a housing contract on Monday...
And the main subject of this entry, the reason why the subject line is what it is, is what I shall write about now. Basically, Nathaniel is getting weird on me again. There was the night of Fetish Ball, when he tried to handcuff me. Then there was the next night, when he kept trying to push me over. And there was dinner on Tuesday, when he was coming up with all these epithets of praise for me and then said, "And all I ask in return is a little lovin'." And there was dinner on Thursday when he came up behind me as I ate and touched my hair in a way that my roommate later described as "sensual." I did sort of try to impale him on my fork at that point, but, AAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!! I don't want this! No. No more Nathaniel. So last night I decided, while loosing interest in watching The English Test of Patience, that I really should return those CDs I borrowed from him, because as long as I have them, it's like I owe him something. So I got up in the middle, actually I think it was somewhere closer to the beginning (it seemed like such a long movie), of The English Test of Patience and finished ripping the CDs. Then at one in the morning I walked all the way over to Scholz, with Cape Codder in hand, and returned them. My original idea was to call him on the dorm phone and say, "I have your CDs. Come to the door and get them." But he was in the lounge, so I had someone let me in, walked over and returned them. I talked to him a little bit, more than I had sort of intended. But then he invited me up to his room, and I said no. He tried to tempt me with alcohol, but ha, I have my own, some of which I was carrying with me. Not like I would want to drink that awful Monarch vodka he has when I have Absolut sitting in my desk drawer. Even if I didn't have alcohol I still wouldn't have gone, though. The point of my mission was to be mentally rid of him, so that I can now avoid him with clear conscience. So I left under the pretense of going home to go to sleep but actually came home and finished drinking my Cape Codder in Darrow's room and then hanging out there for a while. So, I feel much better now. But we'll see what happens. Hopefully Nathaniel got the point. But if not, I'll have to use some agressive evasion tactics.
Well, I need to finish editing now.
Some random news: Thursday I was reading Revelations for Hum, and I was so tired that I fell asleep. You know you're tired when you can fall asleep in the middle of the Apocalypse. I'd gotten less than two hours of sleep the night before, and then woke up at 8:45 and managed to still be on time for Bio lecture. I didn't go to Logic but instead took a nap of an hour and a half duration. Then there was the other nap I took while reading. I'm rather loosing my concept of time. I can keep track of the days in the week, but somehow, they all go by so damned fast. Individual days seem so short. Ah well. Friday I managed to fall asleep in Hum lecture (and it was a good lecturer, too!) and Hum conference as well. I was awake for Bio lab, though, which is a very good thing. I was actually very focused on what was going on. We had an extra person in my lab group this time, which made things a little odd, but oh well. Only two more Intro labs left! I'm running for Quest Board for next year. Not alone, though. Oh, no. I don't think I could handle the entire paper on my own just yet. I'm running with five other people, and if we're elected, we'll all have our own roles as part of Quest Board, and mine will be the actual editing of all the articles. Yum. I get to do things like today again! Oh, but actually, if I'm in charge of the articles, I can do with them what I please. Meaning, I can put them in the Qommunal Folder and edit them at my own pace, probably something approximately like as they come in, as opposed to having to wait for someone else to move everything into the Qommunal Folder. Oh, and I'm going to be living in the German House next year. I'm so glad! I have to pick up a housing contract on Monday...
And the main subject of this entry, the reason why the subject line is what it is, is what I shall write about now. Basically, Nathaniel is getting weird on me again. There was the night of Fetish Ball, when he tried to handcuff me. Then there was the next night, when he kept trying to push me over. And there was dinner on Tuesday, when he was coming up with all these epithets of praise for me and then said, "And all I ask in return is a little lovin'." And there was dinner on Thursday when he came up behind me as I ate and touched my hair in a way that my roommate later described as "sensual." I did sort of try to impale him on my fork at that point, but, AAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!! I don't want this! No. No more Nathaniel. So last night I decided, while loosing interest in watching The English Test of Patience, that I really should return those CDs I borrowed from him, because as long as I have them, it's like I owe him something. So I got up in the middle, actually I think it was somewhere closer to the beginning (it seemed like such a long movie), of The English Test of Patience and finished ripping the CDs. Then at one in the morning I walked all the way over to Scholz, with Cape Codder in hand, and returned them. My original idea was to call him on the dorm phone and say, "I have your CDs. Come to the door and get them." But he was in the lounge, so I had someone let me in, walked over and returned them. I talked to him a little bit, more than I had sort of intended. But then he invited me up to his room, and I said no. He tried to tempt me with alcohol, but ha, I have my own, some of which I was carrying with me. Not like I would want to drink that awful Monarch vodka he has when I have Absolut sitting in my desk drawer. Even if I didn't have alcohol I still wouldn't have gone, though. The point of my mission was to be mentally rid of him, so that I can now avoid him with clear conscience. So I left under the pretense of going home to go to sleep but actually came home and finished drinking my Cape Codder in Darrow's room and then hanging out there for a while. So, I feel much better now. But we'll see what happens. Hopefully Nathaniel got the point. But if not, I'll have to use some agressive evasion tactics.
Well, I need to finish editing now.
