At the behest of Fergie, I have made the font bigger. He sent me an email about how he had to copy paste to read my entries, which is amazing in numerous senses.1. He is still checking my diary. Thank you, darling Wes, for your loyalty.
2. He actually reads the entries! Why? I do not know.
3. He WANTED/GREATLY DESIRED to read an entry enough to go through the effort of clicking and pushing buttons, which is a big thing.
So, thank you Wes Ferguson. You hot piece of ass, you.
Don't believe me?
Check out his diary: Making Bad Look Good
I am wondering what to do about this diary, though. I basically use it to let people keep tabs on me, but I'm sure if I killed this, nobody would blink an eye.
I don't write anything of substance anymore, if I ever had at all.
Maybe it's time to move on?
Talked to Josh (!) on the phone the other day. It was quite...strange. He talked on and on about In and Out Burger.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Today is Pancake Tuesday, by the way. Always right before Lent, you clear out your larder and eat pancakes all day long! with everything. We had about 25-30 people circulate through our apartment as me and Gemma made pancake (crepes really) after pancake. I didn't get any, and Gemma got only one. : (
No respect, I tell you.
But it was fun. I didn't plan on staying, really. I was on my way out to the library. I WAS out. Out the door, down the hallway. Then I thought, "Maryanne. You are too anti-social. Go back in there and help Gemma make some pancakes. There's nothing like an old fashioned pancake party!" So I turned around and went back in.
I must have made about 20 crepes in 20 minutes. I'm a ringer. : D
I played some music on the stereo from my iPod via my fm transmitter.
of course, even though I stayed, I didn't talk to anyone, save this one girl who asked me about my guitar.
So I just sat there, restringing my guitar, as the crowd gradually dwindled.
Oh, and we had Mimosas.
; P
Off to the library until the shuttle starts running again at 5:30 am. Gotta do my lab and study for the psych stats exam tomorrow. I have no idea what's going on in class. Then back to the apartment around 6 or 7 am and then I will do one of the following things, in order of likelihood:
1. crash. miss work. go to class at 2 pm.
2. get back, down some breakfast, work out at the SAAC to stay awake and alert, shower, get some coffee, go to work at 10 am, then class at 2.
3. crash. wake up and go to work at 10, then class at 2.
This has been a rough two weeks.
