Ways to cannibalize someone.

Today started off simple enough...waking around 12, and having fun. John was in here for a little bit, and we played the old school Sonic 2...head to head racing. Then proceeded to whip his ass in SSBM. After that, came back here and chatted with Sarah and Chaos, then left for class, despite the urge to skip. When I was in class, I saw snow coming down--the first snow of the season. Now, normally, I'd be happy at this. However, while in Modern World, I had a round of depression, a temporary one, this one being the fact that I miss Sarah. I miss the physical interaction, the hanging out, the cameraderie and just having a blast. She's my best friend, and when you're 1800 miles away and have already spent time with each other, it gnaws at you sometimes. However, after that fun experience, back here for an hour before going to work. Work was slow tonight, but quite fun, with Jaymie as the closing manager. Came back here, showered, and chatted with April for a bit. She's officially withdrawn from the NaNo contest, but better luck next year! (hugs)

Talked to Sarah online for a bit, then we spent an hour on the phone before her battery was on the way out. I played some DC2, laying the mental groundwork for Chapter Four (which'll begin tomorrow). I did very little writing today--I could afford the day off. Now, I'm back to where I should be, and will pick up with it tomorrow, hopefully going headstrong into the rest of the week. I might be able to cash in on word count this weekend, even though I'm going to be in NP. Even though I will be in NP, I hope to still go forward strong. Now, I head to bed...I work 3-7 tomorrow, after my two classes. I'll also check to see if the co-signer portion of the loan was approved. (crosses fingers) Now, I head to bed.

Nighty night, all.

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The fucking prick just had the balls to lock me out of my own room. I go out of my room for a sec to joke with John, and what does he do? The sorry little ingrate locks me out of my room. I tell him to open the fucking door, and he's like, "why should I? Why should I be polite? You haven't been from the day you got here." This was 1 PM, a few minutes ago. He's now become childish, locking me out of my own room.

K: (after he opened the door) Try being polite, you little fruitcake.
B: Blow me.
K: That's your girlfriend's job...oh, wait, she almost vomited on it.

He's trying to sleep--he went to bed just after 9 this morning, shortly after I woke. However, too fucking bad. I wasn't up all night playing. I'm not putting on headphones--I won't observe common courtesy: it's the middle of the fucking day. I refuse to be quiet during the day when we are all awake.