Wow, I am really bad at this blogging thing.

In the past two weeks, I had the best/worst weekend of my life, the best Chinese lesson ever, got around to actually draw something, went to a lecture by one of my professors, and actually contributed to the satellite club by correcting a calculation. Let's rewind a bit and elaborate on my nonsensical adventures.

The night after I last posted was Friday. I got back to the dorms, homework due by midnight already done. I figure, with all this time on my hands, I better do some more work so I can get ahead in case things get busy again. So I did every homework assignment available to be done. That was like two weeks worth. It felt great. Then I saw physics had some work. So I did that ahead of schedule. While I was watching Supernatural. I plowed through like an entire season on Netflix that night. And Tristan had made a joke that day, prompting me to draw it in my productive night. I was all alone in the room, seeing as Ramesh had decided to go have a scary movie marathon in the lounge.

It was really hard keeping track of time, and I swore to myself I was going to blog it, but I was getting hungry so I went to find Ramesh and see if she wanted to go get food too. Her face when I walked into the lounge was priceless. "What are you doing still awake?" I don't know. I was doing...stuff. I was productive, I know that much. Why? I'm hungry. "Nothing's open right now." What? It's like 11 or 12 at night. There's plenty of stuff open this late.

"It's 4 in the morning."

Oh. Well. We then discovered that Taco Bell is in fact open that early/late, and everyone was satisfied. We even got a show with our food when a catfight broke out on the patio between some other patrons. The streets and campus was eerily empty, but considering it was the wee hours of the morning, it was to be expected I guess. Jeff was spending the night, so we set up the sleeping bag for him and put on Netflix once more to go to sleep to. We wound up not falling asleep until 6 in the morning. That's when I usually wake up on the weekends. It was weird sleeping in until noon. Half the daylight was already gone by the time I was moving around. How do people deal with that?

Saturday wasn't much better. Skyelar came over, and we planned our NaNo WriMo on a cork board with all the little strings attaching people and events to each other. That only lasted until 4 in the morning. I was getting better at sleeping at a decent hour. Sunday I was responsible and went to bed at 11. It was the best weekend adventure I had ever had, but it completely wrecked my semi-normalized sleeping schedule.

That week was fairly uneventful, except I learned how to calculate heat transfer, had a meeting with my professor about an honors contract, and I think I found another thermal professor who might be able to help out with the calculations. I also had to report our findings in Thermal to the rest of the club, which was super awkward. Jordan was doing a lot of the work, and I was trying to follow along, but it was like trying to cling to a flyaway train. It just wasn't happening. And when I finished, it sounded like the rest of the club was extremely patronizing, like I didn't know how to do my job. They sounded like they didn't believe our results (although I can't really blame them. All I really said was that our numbers were messed up and I would have to re-do them to get a better result. Oh well. I'm the only freshman in the club, and the only other lower classman who had been there stopped showing. I guess I'll have to deal with them treating me like I'm incompetent (which, true it might be, they don't have to be so obvious about it).

This past weekend was the fall break, as much of a break as you can call it. It was weird going from two and a half weeks to just two days off. But I spent them wisely. Saturday, oh it was nice. The house was all mine for hours. It was quiet and I did my required reading and I cleaned. And watched more of Supernatural.I'm so far ahead of Skyelar I needed to stop so she could catch up. People need to watch shows faster, dang it. My dad is behind in Breaking BAd, and I just blew past him last night in Eureka. I need more shows to watch. Finished Sherlock, Doctor Who, maybe I'll get started on the twenty other shows in my instant queue.

Sunday was a homework powerhouse. Turns out my professor doesn't like putting homework out early, so more showed up when I thought I had done it all last weekend. Oh well. And my chinese portfolio is due this week. Cranked that out in a couple hours. And I drew some more.  All that work left Monday free for me to just play around on Monday. I made a waist cincher for my steampunk cosplay. And the way I stitched it made it reversible. Once I get the eyelets I need, it'll be 100% finished, and maybe I'll put a picture up of it.

Oh, speaking of pictures, I completely forgot about seeing the unicorn again. That's what Meredith has started calling the homeless looking wizard man on the unicycle that walks his teacup chihuahua. And I remembered that I can put pictures in my blog.

And I managed to snap a picture of him when we were walking. Meredith treats him like a shooting star: every time she sees him she makes a wish. Now you can see the absurdity that is a college campus. I thought it was going to be a little more sane than high school, but I can see now that was wishful thinking. 

Tuesday, Ramesh scared the crap out of me when I got back to the dorms. It was like a quarter to 7 in the morning, and she rolled over when I opened the door to greet me back. I wasn't exactly expecting her to be awake or even really conscious when I came back. Our room was definitely interesting when I came all the way in. Someone had drawn little pictures all over my closet (with dry erase markers, it's cool, easily erased, I do it all the time myself), and there was a huge bike just sitting in the middle of the floor. I wanted to clean but figured I should let Ramesh sleep. So I went to do laundry.

I found heaven in the laundry room.

This is what heaven looks like. Every single washer and dryer was available. And there was no one upstairs. I will never see this again I bet, but damn it was nice while it was me up there. I stayed way longer than my laundry took to do, because I was watching Eureka. Fabulous little show, it's like a mixture of X-files, Pushing Daisies, and Big Bang theory. You should watch it if you haven't seen it already. Anyways, no one showed up for ages, the laundry room was all mine. I sat on every single chair at least once. Because I could.

Once that was finally done I went to go eat. who decided the dining hall shouldn't open until brunch on weekends and holidays? Absurd. And thank you, lady at the POD market with barely intelligible english. I wanted a meal exchange, which meant I can only get specific food items but I don't actually have to pay money for them with the money on my student card, it's included in my meal plan. The conversation went a little something like this:

-places stuff on counter-
Me: Morning, I'd like to meal exchange, please.
Lady: -scans in items- Use money, yes?
Me: No, I'd like a meal exchange.

Lady: Money, yes. -takes card and starts to swipe it-

Me: No, ma'am, I want a meal exchange, please.

Lady: -hands back card and receipt- Thank you, have nice day.

Now I have less money on my student card because she charged it instead of exchanging, but I feel like trying to correct it would have just led to more money being lost and confusion being had. Oh well. Ramesh woke up around noon, we cleaned like crazy, and our room looks magnificent. I'm thinking of rearranging, but I have to see how long most of my cords are and if it's feasible. Then Jeff came back over to get his jacket, and to write an english paper on comic book heroes and how their creation mimicked the social environment of the time. Or something. But he doesn't know anything about heroes or comics. He's super lucky I'm Ramesh's roommate. We had a very interesting conversation, and he had an excellent paper done and turned in six minutes before the deadline.

The night wrapped up fairly quickly and I even went to bed responsibly at 10. Not that it really mattered. There was a fire alarm at midnight, and I'm pretty sure the smoke was on my floor. But it wasn't actually a fire because they sent us back in fairly quickly. At least, I think we had a fire alarm. Now I'm not too sure because no one else has mentioned it today, so maybe I just dreamed it? I distinctly remember walking out in my slippers though. Maybe I was sleepwalking. I'll have to confirm it with Ramesh later today.

But that has been the week and a half since I last posted. Though now that I wrote it, it seems a lot busier than I remember it being. Guess I'll have to write more often to actually remember anything.