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Nov. 8th, 2002 08:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bzarcherLast night was -incredibly fun-, and productive, but a good example of why Matt being social can be a very dangerous thing for Matt. :D
Started writing papers at 4pm. Started laundry around the same time. Attempted to get onto M3 and X:E just to check boards, but it wasn't happening.
5:30: Laundry is done, 1 paper done, 2nd paper being revised.
7:30: Leave for group project meeting, with 2nd draft of the section of our joint document I was asked to write. (4 pages long.)
9:00 Return from meeting and crack open the thesis.
11:00 8 new pages of thesis written. Email copy of new work to Karen (Advisor), sit down and make draft 3 of the joint document section.
(Not as big as it sounds. Since I actually put some thought into how I was writing it to match the other sections, I required less than a half page of changes.) Email revised copy of joint document to group members so our editor can combine the full document by tomorrow, and meet Sunday to confirm revisions.
11:30 Go to lounge. See friends. Begin to talk. Run into the girl who came as Frank to the Masque. Chat briefly. (She's also apparently friends with the other fallen angel. Amusing coincidence, there.) See friends (Anne, Cara, Mike, and Sarah (Fallen Angel)) playing Mario Party 4, being projected onto the wall, courtesy of a bedsheet. Watch and make jokes, and talk.
12:15 Mike goes to late feeding at Country Kitchen with Becca, Erin, Meg, and Rachel. Take Mike's controller. Win game of MP4. Luigi OWNS YOU. Yes. Even you. OWNS. Lounge doors sealed so we do not interfere with quiet hours.
1:00 Switch to Super Monkey Ball. Anne replaced by Dave Janowicz, Cara replaced by Chris Vee. Continue playing.
1:30 Mass epidemic of munchies hit the Super Monkey Ballers. Pile into Dave's car and hit Toxic Hell. Demonstrate for Sarah that I have been well trained in the arts of scritches and treating women like the jungle kitties they are.
2:00 Munchies, Discussion, and Boggle in the lounge.
3:00 "Don't you have a 9am class?"
3:30 Bed.
Fun, deeply fun, and good. But waking up....PAIN.
Started writing papers at 4pm. Started laundry around the same time. Attempted to get onto M3 and X:E just to check boards, but it wasn't happening.
5:30: Laundry is done, 1 paper done, 2nd paper being revised.
7:30: Leave for group project meeting, with 2nd draft of the section of our joint document I was asked to write. (4 pages long.)
9:00 Return from meeting and crack open the thesis.
11:00 8 new pages of thesis written. Email copy of new work to Karen (Advisor), sit down and make draft 3 of the joint document section.
(Not as big as it sounds. Since I actually put some thought into how I was writing it to match the other sections, I required less than a half page of changes.) Email revised copy of joint document to group members so our editor can combine the full document by tomorrow, and meet Sunday to confirm revisions.
11:30 Go to lounge. See friends. Begin to talk. Run into the girl who came as Frank to the Masque. Chat briefly. (She's also apparently friends with the other fallen angel. Amusing coincidence, there.) See friends (Anne, Cara, Mike, and Sarah (Fallen Angel)) playing Mario Party 4, being projected onto the wall, courtesy of a bedsheet. Watch and make jokes, and talk.
12:15 Mike goes to late feeding at Country Kitchen with Becca, Erin, Meg, and Rachel. Take Mike's controller. Win game of MP4. Luigi OWNS YOU. Yes. Even you. OWNS. Lounge doors sealed so we do not interfere with quiet hours.
1:00 Switch to Super Monkey Ball. Anne replaced by Dave Janowicz, Cara replaced by Chris Vee. Continue playing.
1:30 Mass epidemic of munchies hit the Super Monkey Ballers. Pile into Dave's car and hit Toxic Hell. Demonstrate for Sarah that I have been well trained in the arts of scritches and treating women like the jungle kitties they are.
2:00 Munchies, Discussion, and Boggle in the lounge.
3:00 "Don't you have a 9am class?"
3:30 Bed.
Fun, deeply fun, and good. But waking up....PAIN.
