Three hours of pure button mashing.

I did not want to go to US History today. Then again, I usually don't want to go to any of my 8:30 AM classes. Falling asleep near the end of class, which is my usual custom, I plodded onto Composition, where I once again saw Julio, slowly overcoming his glorious battle with the flu. After Comp, I saw a masked Carolyn greet me on the way back to Deyo. Her face was covered in ski glasses and a bandana, making her look like an overzealous paintball fanatic, or the Unabomber. Since that name is taken, we agreed on the "Uno" bomber--having bombs laced with Uno cards. I would end up going back with her to her dorm in Crispell, where we would meet up with Kate on the way there. The 3 of us headed back to Crispell, where I was inundated with tickling by Carolyn. She really loves to tickle me--partially due to the honking and laughing noises I make. An hour or so later, she took a nap and I left to have some lunch.

Played some FFX-2 until 5 when I had Spanish--woo. Test today. You know, I can't believe that my last day of classes is Tuesday. 6 more days! Wow. Then studying until finals. Wow. It feels like the semester began almost yesterday, and now I'm about to go home for a month. Fucking crazy, man. Since tonight was a theme night, Italian Night, at Hasbrouck, it was crowded--all for mozzerella sticks, horrible chicken parm, and mediocre stuffed shells. Ehh, whatever. Got back and called Nick, summoning him to a SSBM fest. Not too long later, he arrived and we began a 3 1/2 hour SSBM fest. Tonight proved to be one of the greatest fests yet--tonight, we have a winner for #1 funniest, wackiest finish to a match--with Captain Falcon running proudly through the floor while in metal state, killing himself. This stupid gameplay happened to be my error--for I was C. Falcon during that match. Nick couldn't stop laughing. Suicides galore, but the match of the night was the match between the Ice Climbers (Nick) and myself, the character I forget. Anyway, I was winning, then came down to the brink of elimination, then tied the match, and won by virtue of luck with a Porygon. Classic. Around 11, he left, and so I watch TV and type this. However, the bed awaits.

I hope you're feeling better, Rach!

Sleep tight, all.

Julio has met his match.

Yesterday's recap: Sociology, work, Choir. Oh, goody. I was amazed to see that we had a full choir! All the basses were actually present! JOY! I talked to Rach (WHEEEEE!) for the first time in a long while, and she was distressed. To what, I don't know. I waited for a call from her which never came--so it goes. Julio, the Viking Hispanic that he is, met his match--the flu. How embarrasing. A mighty warrior (or so he thinks) suffering an embarrasing defeat to a virus. Tsk tsk. AIM last night was confused--kept going off and on and off and on--it was undecided. Dinner would prove to be interesting as I met up with Michelle, Jill, and most of Kick-Butt hall. Wendy kept throwing broccoli into my ice cream. In true gross-out fashion, I ate the broccoli-ice cream. Then ketchup was added. Then mustard. In one spoonful, I ate the ice cream-broccoli-ketchup-mustard fun. Yummy! Then it was back to Deyo for an argument essay, and plenty of FFX-2.

A boring day, as weekdays go.