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Sitting in econ class... got here 10 minutes late because I gave myself "just ten more minutes" which turned into 20 this morning. Ooops. Didn't feel so bad, though, when I saw how many people were in the room. Of an initial enrollment of 40, we're now down to somewhere between 20 and 25. Today, 11 people showed up, including all latecomers. On the plus side, of the 8 or 9 original girls there are 4 here today, which means the male/female ratio is extremely high. Nice. Anyway, break is ending, back to class.

10:32 Break #2. Huzzah. Sadly, there are still TWO ENTIRE BLOODY HOURS left. Sob.

Also, my guestbook is working again after four days of nonfunctioningness. Please sign.

Later that evening (say, 9ish) I went off to watch Becca's D&D game. Turned out to be not that really cool at all, and Anime Boy who repulses me was part of it, which makes it even less cool. So I left and came back to Plantz for the poker game. Due to... circumstances, the game didn't actually start until close to 12 and there were only three people- me, the boy setting it up and someone else. We played nickle ante, Dealer's Choice for an hour. I managed to get up most of the time, so it was fun and good. By the time I cashed out at 1 am I had won a whole 60 cents. It was quite thrilling. Sara had left by that time so I didn't get to show off to her, but I had fun regardless.

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So the last three or four days have been really nasty and stressful. I finished my math homework really late on the day it was due, so I barely got any sleep, and then had to study for my econ midterm on said small amounts of sleep the next day. On Wednesday I got said homework back (not so great at all), and then had to study lots and lots. After which I took the test. It was harrowing. I couldn't even remember how to do simple math functions, and all my answers were coming out wrong, and I didn't have time to finish the test at all. It was AWFUL. Afterward I calculated what my grade in econ could still be- assuming I do as well on this test as I did on the last one, which is assuming a lot and I did badly on the last one- I'll be lucky if I get a 79% in the class. And that's assuming 100% on both the next two exams. Sob. It feels like things are getting wildly out of control, but there's still so much time left in the term. Still, even though it's only the fourth week, I'm screwed over for the entire semester. How much does that suck? Then this morning I had to sit through FOUR HOURS of the same class. What a drag.

Fortuneately, things have been a little bit better. April said she might go to the concert tonight with me, and I don't have to have econ for another four days, and I have ample time to work on both my math homework and my EALC midterm. So that at least is a happy thought. I just hope there's enough of them to counter how miserably miserable things are so far. 23:39 The concert with April was really great. It was a lot of fun, and made me happy. The concert part was really cool, too.

Since I couldn't sleep, and since I know Uncle Tom reads this on occasion (as well as others, randomly... all thousand of you (that's right, my sekkrit counter told me that last week sometime I got my 1,000th visit since putting up said counter... and that was only a few months ago. So I'm sure I've gotten at least double that.)), I figured I might as well update.

In other news, the election for Hall Council was today. I was running for Treasurer, but as soon as I'm elected (and I was running unopposed, so I should be), at our first meeting the members of council are going to move to suspend the rules and implement a parliamentary system of government. Which means that I get to be Chancellor of the Exchequer, and at meetings people will call me Madam Chancellor. What fun.

Final note, I have a quasi-date soon. Assuming, of course, that I get tickets. And that the other person can indeed go. Which really makes it more of an almost-quasi-date, but so what? It'll be nice, if it all works out. A concert by the Academy of Ancient Music... though he had never even heard of them. Oh well. He just doesn't listen to enough MPR, I guess.

After the tournament, I was picked up by Elissa (who was dear enough to drop me off at Bloody Early in the morning (that's just after 8, for those of you that can't tell Helen time)), brought back and did Nothing Much. I should have done math, but that was boring... I called around, but none of my friends were in their rooms. Sigh. So I went off in search of Havoc, and halfway there I met Curt. I asked him for suggestions, and he said that I should go help set up for the Disco Ball. I did (turns out that was where several of my friends were, too), and it was lots of fun. Killed a good three hours there, took a nap and then went to said dance (after a few other things, of course). After that, I came back to my room and killed time until about midnight, when Elissa and a friend of hers showed up. We all changed into bedsheets and walked off, shivering, to the Phi Delta Theta toga party. It was... eh. Like most all frat parties I've been to so far. But I went, and now I can say I've been to a toga party. Afterward, Elissa and friend and I went back to her room and took pictures. Might put those up someday, if I ever get my hands on one.

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