
Today has been intresting.
Firsty, I'm on my period. Thankfuly, this just means a hygenic nightmare of blood instead of cramps and foul temper. For various reasons, this woke me up at 7ish. After five hours of sleep.
After point the first was sorted out and laundry was started and I woke up really, I decied it was time for breakfast and toddled over to the nearest open dinning hall. I got my pancakes rather quickly, as they were both already done and a bit cold. I decied to get some hot water for some tea, and knocked it onto the floor. I tried to catch it like a fool, and scalded my hand a bit. Then someone at one of the food stalls told me to run my hand under the water dispencer and got me a towel, even though I insisted I was fine. Then the floor manager took me to the dinning hall office where I told them I was fine too. Then I had to tell the dinning hall manager that I was fine, really, I don't need burn oitment or medical attention. Someone offered to get me another cup, but I declined saying I'd just make some in my room instead. Everyone had a good laugh at that, though I am acutally far less likely to hurt myself making tea in my room for the fact I don't heat the water as hot as either Cream & Crimson or any other coffee place does. Then, as I was making my way to my room I realized I didn't have my key.
I lurked outside one of the doors of my building, until I realized I could go to the front desk and just ask to get a spare into the building - as I didn't have my key there was no way I could have locked myself out of my room as I can't shut the door while its locked.
That brillance achieved, it was time for class. So I ate my breakfast and was late. By this time, I really didn't care.
I cared even less when I realized when I got back from class - singing showtunes all the way - and was standing outside my building agin, I had forgotten my key again, even though I distictly remembered locking my door before I left. Some was waiting to be let in, so I just had to wait a minute or two before I went up to my room. Luckily, I had left the key in the lock and I hadn't lost the key.
By this time, I was fully convinced that if I left the room again I was going to be hit by a car or something, so I was debatig whether or not I should go to class. I fiddled with my math, and looked up the classes for spring term, and changed the voicemail message from the last resident to me so the damm call service people will get the hint that the previous resident does not live here. I went to class - and made sure I had my key with me when I went.
It turns out that my entire informatics class was a bit fuzzy as well, as everyone was exausted for one reason or another or pulling all nighters or other insanity, so it was all very amusing like how Joe kept a hissing cochroach for seven years, never named it, and had no idea what it ate. In other words, informatics was the crack as the usual.
Then I went back to my room - again singing showtunes - as I had both a headache and things in the dryer - I put them in before I went to informatics. And stuff. Almost skipped lingustics as I wasn't quite sure I had broken my streak yet. Luckily, I did turn up at lingustics as half the class didn't turn up. Though the class consists of all of five people, but hilariously the people who did show up almost didn't either.
Oh, discussion session. How werid it is. Especialy since I seem to come from the School of Awkward English where wheeled is a word (I wheeled the cart into the room.) No one was really on their game today though, as there was much fun with whether or not people say "spilled" or "spillt", and the teacher forgetting how to spell "buy" (English isn't her native language.) and horrible communication to what anyone was acutally saying (spilled, spelled, WTF?)
Skipped fencing, as I nearly dropped asleep in lingustics and came home for a nap. Found myself in the library instead, and went up stairs on a Jeeves & Wooster hunt. For some utterly insane reason, there were about twenty shelves empty space and fifty carts of books, with the PG Wodehouse books on the carts. But I found them. After forty minutes and much dragging around carts to find the numbers I was looking for. Though I was very pleased to know while they don't have all th books, they have most of the series in this library with one version of it or another - the only one I know that they dont' have is My Man Jeeves, as that one is parked in the Lily Library because it's both old and was owned by Ian Fleeming. Why it was important to say in the card catolouge that it was owned by Ian Fleeming I have no idea.
So, I now have the book The Interminble Jeeves, and I'm going to curl up with it ang do to sleep.
I still think I'm going to get hit by a car, though.