monday morning is not too bad

today i feel: sleepy
today i'm hearing: matt's fan plugged in by the tele
today i'm thinking: a lot of things that aren't describable

It's a beautiful sixty Fahrenheit outside. Nice breeze going on. A lot of humidity in the air, but not too much to stifle you. Unfortunately, the dormitories at SIU are not built to accomodate the lovely weather outside and our room is stifling. Yesterday was up in the eighties and I avoided the room all bloody day. Apparently, the university thinks it's some sort of crime to turn on the AC until at least April, which would be fine if we weren't in southern Illinois and the age of global warming. I feel sorry for the people of the future, especially if they're über pale like me. But maybe in the future we'll be doing everything with computers and you'll never have to go outside anyway. And maybe we'll have super-cool tunnels and things that'll ship you your clothes and food and everything so even delivery guys don't have to go outside. Or replicators! Man, that would be so boss.

Can you tell that I'm a bit out of it? I'm a bit out of it.

The weekend was pretty long and constantly up and down. Open House was on Saturday and that was...blargh. Open Houses are not the shit. Then FriendSteve and I rocked the Pres's show thingy but didn't get to schmooze because, haha, he wasn't there. Which is fine, whatever. We had a massive injury at CTF; our worst ever, actually: a fractured knee. Yeah. That was pretty. He was a first-timer and I felt kind of bad that he fell to a painful and agonising CTF-y death, but he was also being a total dick. Which does not mean that he should have suffered as he did! I'm just saying that he was a bit of a schmuck. And that's a bad thing to be. Then we had Sunday. Which I spent almost all of outside. I was really hyper early Sunday afternoon and honestly should've hit the nearest playground to go run around at. But Chelsea was working on a resume and the rest of the world was either MIA or sort of meh about playtime, so I sat outside and attempted to study Play Anal.

...And failed.

We hit up 300 later in the day. I really like that film. I'm just going to out on a limb and say the historical inaccuracies do not bother me. I can dig the fact that a.) it's Frank Miller and 2.) it's a total sausage fest and that's enough for me, really. I'm easily to please. And David Wenham is very, very pretty when he's scantily clad and super-masculine. But then we got back from the cinema and the awesome movie time and chili had the opposite effect they normally have and I got all emo and stuff and Chelsea and I went for a walk around the lake. And then Clarky and I went on a walk across campus and back. And then the homos and Down-the-Hall-Matt and I went for a walk around the lake. And then I was tired. So I went to bed.

So I'm still feeling a bit down, but I know I have things to look forward to this weekend. Such as Stacy. And Paige. And rocking fun times in and out of Makanda, the little town of my dreams. Bask in the love, my friends. Bask in it.

I'm going to be late for class. Check mark for Monday.