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Day starting off well
My new little red sweater that I wore yesterday left a stubborn layer of red fuzz all over my black coat, and indeed anything else which it came in contact with. The honeymoon is so over, little red sweater. *defuzzes*
My suitemates have discovered TV, which they now watch at all hours of the day and night. The peculiar thing is, they watch Matlock and The Price is Right. They can't seem to decide if they are six years old or sixty. Of course, none of them have to be anywhere in the morning, so they are obnoxious and rowdy every night, but at least I don't have to fight them for the shower.
Of course, this morning I didn't have to be anywhere either, since I decided on principle that I wasn't going into work until I had my classes worked out and thus knew when I could work in the future. But I was awake, anyway, so I got up and made Neil Gaiman's porridge. Mmmm, yummy. The only ingredient I substituted was milk for the heavy cream.
Now, the questions of the day are: Will Gender in Early Christianity be cool? Will I get into Writing for Young Readers? Will I drop The Class I Devoutly Hope to Drop, or will I keep it owing to a.) the coolness of my professor, b.) the sexiness of my professor c.) my inability to have sixteen credits otherwise or d.) all of the above? Stay tuned!
My suitemates have discovered TV, which they now watch at all hours of the day and night. The peculiar thing is, they watch Matlock and The Price is Right. They can't seem to decide if they are six years old or sixty. Of course, none of them have to be anywhere in the morning, so they are obnoxious and rowdy every night, but at least I don't have to fight them for the shower.
Of course, this morning I didn't have to be anywhere either, since I decided on principle that I wasn't going into work until I had my classes worked out and thus knew when I could work in the future. But I was awake, anyway, so I got up and made Neil Gaiman's porridge. Mmmm, yummy. The only ingredient I substituted was milk for the heavy cream.
Now, the questions of the day are: Will Gender in Early Christianity be cool? Will I get into Writing for Young Readers? Will I drop The Class I Devoutly Hope to Drop, or will I keep it owing to a.) the coolness of my professor, b.) the sexiness of my professor c.) my inability to have sixteen credits otherwise or d.) all of the above? Stay tuned!