Magic the Gathering Takes Manhattan
Nov. 29th, 2005 11:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
x_losWho else is interested in Julius II/Michelangelo? I swear I used to be the only one with that... oh, my little sister. Skipped German because I can't face Anita alone. Such the pussy. Her tiny Indian rage is WAY too cool for me.
People are such course fetishists. Colin's been orgasmically spreadsheeting the last two months. I dunno, I always get into the classes I want by luck or petitioning at the last minuite for the inevitable beginning of semester open slots when people drop, and I always end up with the same general amount of satisfaction with my courses as the excel sluts. Eh.
I need to buy Microsoft suite for my mac or something and finish Kaput. Malaparte: The Little Italian That Could. 7-9 pages.
Stress not at all alleviated by Worst Thanksgiving Ever. I wonder how Zack is, other than high. Oh, Mexican Cousin, I will call you when I find my phone.
Cleaning this house is getting super-necessary, the living room alone makes me want to die. When, WHEN will one of the boys look at the table and decide to organize it? It's not that they're not generally v. conscientious roomies, they just never seem to get my spastic cleaning urges and just take down a room. Not actually fair to wish obsessive compulsions to clean on friends, though.
This is the thing: We need a sucessful system for dealing with the Magic cards. They're all over the place and may or may not be piles of importance and make it difficult to clean. They need stored between games, or they take the fuck over. What a nerdy problem source.
The end of semester is making me nervous and queasy and panicky. Hate, hate, hate my tendency towards anxiety.
People are such course fetishists. Colin's been orgasmically spreadsheeting the last two months. I dunno, I always get into the classes I want by luck or petitioning at the last minuite for the inevitable beginning of semester open slots when people drop, and I always end up with the same general amount of satisfaction with my courses as the excel sluts. Eh.
I need to buy Microsoft suite for my mac or something and finish Kaput. Malaparte: The Little Italian That Could. 7-9 pages.
Stress not at all alleviated by Worst Thanksgiving Ever. I wonder how Zack is, other than high. Oh, Mexican Cousin, I will call you when I find my phone.
Cleaning this house is getting super-necessary, the living room alone makes me want to die. When, WHEN will one of the boys look at the table and decide to organize it? It's not that they're not generally v. conscientious roomies, they just never seem to get my spastic cleaning urges and just take down a room. Not actually fair to wish obsessive compulsions to clean on friends, though.
This is the thing: We need a sucessful system for dealing with the Magic cards. They're all over the place and may or may not be piles of importance and make it difficult to clean. They need stored between games, or they take the fuck over. What a nerdy problem source.
The end of semester is making me nervous and queasy and panicky. Hate, hate, hate my tendency towards anxiety.
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Date: 2005-12-02 05:11 pm (UTC)