"But Time, It's Slipping Away..."

I wrote a song. Yes, I did. Megan H was sharing some of her songs with me that she wrote and the only poem I had to share with her in return sucked (in my opinion). Unfortunately, it was the only one I've written at college. Then I found one that I wrote in one of my old blogs that she liked very much: "Dream Catcher". You may have noticed it as one of my away messages I put up when I go to sleep. Or you might not have. Anyway, Megan's songs inspired me to write a song of my own. While sitting in Philosophy class I wrote and wrote, but this time I kept a tune in mind. I really liked it. I have to admit, I'm embarrassed of my own work and rarely ever share it, but I have to say, for once, I thoroughly enjoy this one. And because I'm talking about it this much does not mean I'm about to share it. Just bringing it up because it's the basis of my title of this entry. Although completely out of the song context, I feel like I've run out of time this weekend. I know everyone is busy so I'm not going to sit here and complain. Just stating the fact that I'm mad at myself for leaving everything to the last minute. And it's not even the last minute yet AND I actually got a bit of work accomplished. Just not enough. Can't seem to ever accomplish enough...

Anyhoo, just babbling as I'm waiting for the bathroom. My quadmate who's been coughing her head off most distustingly since we returned from Christmas break keeps going in and out of the bathroom every two seconds to stand in there and cough all her germs in the bathroom. And to add to the equation, she has her creepy boyfriend spending the second night in a row. He's actually yelling (and I mean YELLING) at her in the bathroom from her room. Ya know...not like anyone is asleep at 2:30 in the morning or anything. And I guess on any given day I wouldn't mind having a half-naked guy I didn't know wandering around my quad, but I for some reason or another, today I was just not in the mood. I mean, check this: I'm brushing my teeth this morning in the outside sink (because it's the only one clean enough to use) and he comes out of my quadmates' room in his boxers and starts flexing his muscles and checking himself out in the mirror...as in the mirror I was using when I was brushing my teeth. I'm sorry Hercules, did I block your view? And he's still here. And I'm gonna have to wake up to him being here again. She's gross, he's creepy, same old fucking story getting worse and worse each day.

However today was not a complete flop. Aside from my body forcefully making me recoup my sleep intake instead of getting my homework done, Drawer Boy was infinitely better from the lobby. Not to say that you shouldn't go see it because it's definitely an awesome show. I just didn't need to see it for the third time. Instead, I got most of my chem lab done and had quite a few chats with Davey, Dan, and Raven. I also talked to Megan H for a bit. After the show I chatted with K-Laz, Megan, and Kate while diner plans were being finalized. Oh how fun that was! I have to admit, they made me realize how incredibly passive I am. That still won't change anything. It only means I've forfeited my right to complain or be upset. In fact, I think I made that conclusion last weekend. But who needs to express emotion when I have 2 Megans and a Kate who continually do it for me? Doesn't solve much, but it's infinitely more amusing than I am! Although when Megan lost it (and I mean in a funny way) I couldn't contain myself anymore. I'm glad you're happy with me Megan!

I'm also very excited for Valenti- I mean, February Fourteenthentine Day in which me, Pam, Kate, and whoever else would like to join us are going to watch The Notebook (because I'm the only loser who's never seen it). And to top it all off: SNOW! Well, we're supposed to get snow. That would be amazing. Truly.

Well I think my quadmate is done in the bathroom now. Gee, I wanted to be in bed by 1:30. Yet another plan failed...

LaTeR

P.S. Quote of the night:

YoungStephQC: im sorry, val....want me to smack my router around for you?

And now in context:

YoungStephQC: alright im tired of dealing with my retarded internet
ValPal2238: aww
ValPal2238: so i suffer?
YoungStephQC: im sorry, val....want me to smack my router around for you?
ValPal2238: no because that sounds strangly inappropriate
YoungStephQC: that definitely came out all wrong
ValPal2238: yes but it made me laugh my ass off

AND HOLY FUCK. There is banging, groaning, and "Oh baby"s coming from the other half of my quad...AND BARKING? What is this?!?! Someone save me :*-(