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nirix5100 on Algebra test, A on Anthropology test. Incidentally, Professor Keenan is coming with us to Tosca. We discussed details, formalwear, and tiaras during a fire drill earlier today.
If there had been a fire, we would all have died trying to get down the stairwell. I feel kind of apathetic about that.
John picked me up for work after class. He accused me of being a spoiled princess/prima donna, as per usual. Possibly freaked out the new guy with the spoiledness. "WTF? She just waltzes in here in the middle of the day,steals eats John's cookies, and Bill is giving her a ride home? She only got here like, an hour ago!" See, though, he doesn't know that I've been working there on and off for almost four years now.
John approves of my running away with the Gypsies.
OMG Quinn rode on my bus this morning! Which he hasn't since like, last fall! It was such a wonderful yay squee suprise!
Then we got breakfast in the cafeteria, which is way more bang for your buck (and better tasting) than lunch is. Q and I split an omlette and some French toast, and kind of split it with Brandon, although we wound up feeding him with our forks. It was funny, he'd just hold his mouth open and wait for someone to put food in it.
This disjointed entry has been brought to you by some serious lack of sleep. Excuse me while I go remedy that.
If there had been a fire, we would all have died trying to get down the stairwell. I feel kind of apathetic about that.
John picked me up for work after class. He accused me of being a spoiled princess/prima donna, as per usual. Possibly freaked out the new guy with the spoiledness. "WTF? She just waltzes in here in the middle of the day,
John approves of my running away with the Gypsies.
OMG Quinn rode on my bus this morning! Which he hasn't since like, last fall! It was such a wonderful yay squee suprise!
Then we got breakfast in the cafeteria, which is way more bang for your buck (and better tasting) than lunch is. Q and I split an omlette and some French toast, and kind of split it with Brandon, although we wound up feeding him with our forks. It was funny, he'd just hold his mouth open and wait for someone to put food in it.
This disjointed entry has been brought to you by some serious lack of sleep. Excuse me while I go remedy that.
