I wanna go to bed.

* Do the freshmen on this floor not understand how much noise they make? Do they not know how annoying it is to hear someone else's heavy bass music through the wall? Do they never study? Danica needs to get back so she can go over and tell them to be quiet, because I've done it way too much in the past week.

* I saw Stage Beauty last night. And I LOVE that movie, and am in awe of Billy Crudup, and we laughed way too much about Rupert Everett's spaniels, and...and...lawks, that movie was gorgeous.

* No getting behind on journals. No, no, no. Even if I want to go to bed so badly that night, I will write the bloody journal then, because I will want to go to bed even more on the second night when I have to write two. At the moment I still have one left...plus the actual reading for that journal, of about fifty pages. *whimper*

* I went to the Goodwill Outlet today, which is probably one of the weirdest stores on earth; but I am now in possesion of some new jeans (yay, finally), a really nice sweater, and some really random crap I am stealing the cloth out of to make other things. I am itching to sew stuff. It's on the list for Turkeybreak.

* Is it really only Wednesday? I cry. Alternately, I wail: Wednesday already? Where does the time go?
Time passes really weirdly when you have homework.

* Hopkins told the Descartes' Death joke today in class. Maybe some points for that. I really can't tell, though, when he's trying to be funny and when he's just fucking with us and when he's actually serious. Which is probably one of the reasons I really, really don't like him.

* Firefly is still on my desk, taunting me. If I don't get to watch at least three episodes before it has to go back to the library, I will cry.