Noticed something really HARD and PRICKLY in my shoe. Ow. Investigation reveals a staple, as in sharp metal bit from the stapler, stuck to the bottom of my sock. Question remains of how it got there because walking on staples...you'd think I'd remember doing something like that.
Hypothesis: it is a leftover byproduct of roommate's attempt to brighten her room by developing a bright green canopy (cloth of course).
Likelihood of theory: far more likely than blithely walking on enormous piles of staples while sleepwalking.
Right. Moving on.
Figured out the posts in LUNATICS, sort of. I'm just going to stop trying to force the story go one way or the other and let it go however it may, which means that adoptation of one writing style, I suppose, and the neglect of what I'm currently trying to do. Term paper stuff coming out and I'll have two papers due in two weeks which is, you know, always cheering, especially if one's about the end of the world as we know it.
Roommate and her friend spent sometimes this weekend trying to solve my Rubik's cube and is vaguely impressed that I can solve it in less than five minutes. Feel geeky. Slight difficulty having conversations, people keep saying "indeed" and "exactly" a lot and I'm left to wonder if this is a polite thing or if I'm making no sense at all or what. Possibly all of the above, including the 'or what' part.
Still reading the "shoe-box project", started laughing quietly to myself at the part where Sirius tells Lupin to "stop thinking." Definitely sympathetic for Lupin.
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yay you're still reading shoebox. just wait till you get to their career counseling with mcgonagall, I was laughing so hard.
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