I ended up having a good day. Brandy brought me home from school last night and then stayed the night and took me back to school this morning. Around midnight or so, I awoke to the very quiet--almost silent--sound of Brandy getting up to go to the bathroom. Being in a strange state of near-consciousness, I apparently jumped up, screamed, had a horrifying look on my face, and asked her where she was going. I don't know why, but it was really traumatic. So I had to watch Black Sheep until I could get to sleep.
Then I overslept. And so I got to class on time because Brandy was driving, but then it started raining heavily and I got drenched going to class. I mean, almost the entire front of my jeans was soaked. I'm very thankful my coat is made of WASHABLE suede. Somehow an episode of Seinfeld comes to mind whenever I think of suede and rain...
American lit went well. I shared my book with the guy that sits next to me. Then Kris was waiting on me in the hall. We had lunch together in the union. He's been having a rough time lately. People are making him nervous for various reasons. We ended up doing this crazy random song-singing thing, not even caring that there were like tons of other people in the union at the time. Heck, we even did a duet on the Dire Straits song that I allude to in the title of this post. So yeah, I know I had a great time and hope he did too. Then Sarah showed up 25 minutes late, but between the two of us we were able to help her on an English paper. Then I saw Finney, who told me that he enjoyed my "Creative Writers Are a Bunch of Masochists" column. I was pleased. Sure I got ONE negative comment, which did get put in the paper... BUT I got at least SEVEN positive comments, so I'm glad I took the risk and wrote it.
I need to get going on some Shakespeare so I can write a paper in there. I also need to make a book for poetry and read The Grapes of Wrath. No biggie. I only plan on being busy like all weekend too.
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