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Sunday, April 17th, 2005

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1:04a
I win.
Certain housemates had had their fill of waiting out in the cold and being looked at by stoned Hampshire boys, so i was called to fetch Felicia to pick them up. Felicia who had never been to Hampshire. Now, i've been there multiple times, but on the bus so i don't exactly pay all that much attention, plus it's nighttime now. I would like to know with whom i can lodge a complaint about the fact that the signage on the way to Hampshire College is while at moments useful, often rather abysmal. Like when i made the decision to go straight instead of turning left (a decision based on experience, not on the fact that the previous sign had indicated a left) only to have my inclination affirmed shortly after that turn. We made it to Hampshire without making a wrong decision even once, though, and the 4 housemates were much appreciative.

Semagic still hates me, though, which is unfortunate.

I think bed is a good plan. Oh so much homework in front of me.

Also: lhare's doing the [Smith chapel Protestant service] sermon tomorrow for Affirmation Sunday.
2:42p
the entry Semagic ate
Other than having to take the later bus, i got to Layna’s no problem. Turns out she lives near where my parents used to :)

I always feel awkward around Layna’s people, but i do enjoy them for the most part. And i learned about Amazons and Mongols from Sylvia (who’s not kidding that she makes Cosmos strong), and watched a massive [14 people] game of Apples to Apples, which is a game i decided i like.

The logistics of where everyone was going to sleep had not been entirely thought through, because this many (12) people sleeping over had not been anticipated. We all managed, though. A couch cushion, a blanket, and a hardwood floor, made me quite happy. I kept waking up, though, and at 5am fetched my sweatshirt because i was so cold. I didn’t feel particularly cold most of the times i had woken up, though, and certainly wasn’t uncomfortable, so i was confused and annoyed, but i was allowed to sleep in, and then i got a shower and had yellow cake and corn chips for breakfast, so life was improved.

While people were figuring out what to do for the afternoon, Lisa put in her $2 DVD: From Justin to Kelly. As Layna put it, “We also watched a portion of From Justin to Kelly. Um. Yeah. Moving on.”
Check out the IMDb trivia for the movie and the writer.

On the bus home, i saw a movie which knew it was horrible and embraced it: Charlie’s Angels: Full Throttle. All-star cast (including Béla Károlyi!) and i quit after 10 minutes. I did catch smatterings as it went along, however, and the bus ride ended before the movie did, but i rather liked the ending i got: the “Back in my day, we used guns” scene, followed by the awesome “Sorry Charlie” line (one of the references/allusions -- along with CSI! -- i got).
IMDb trivia: Drew Barrymore is a huge supporter of "gun control". That is why none of the "Angels" are seen using any guns in this picture.




doyle_sb4 is no longer updating her masterlist of BtVS/Angel-verse ficathon masterlists, but bookishwench made ficathon_codex. ::dances::
11:50p
I was right re: substantive :)
So, i uninstalled Semagic and deleted the leftover files and downloaded the newest version of Semagic [1.4.9.7] and now life is good again.  (I have such shame that i went from being anti-client girl to being addicted.)  I don't entirely understand all the options in this latest version, but there are a number of new things of which i am fond.

So much work to do... so tired.  4 weeks and i'm an alum, so i feel like i should be able to suck it up and do a good job on what remains.  And yet....

Why is Senior Banquet on a Thursday this year?  I have fear that the reason is that Friday (when it should be) is Senior Ball.

quasi_hayley has made yet another site: Unprodigal Daughter (Tara)

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