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This week has just sucked. And it's only Tuesday. Damn. I'm ready for the week to be over now.

I'm terribly worried about [livejournal.com profile] jodyorjen, of course. (Go here if you haven't yet. And, Jen, if you're out there, please get in touch with one of us. Non-judgemental support, I promise.)

I've also been stressed with midterms. Took one today, which I think went okay. Two more on Thursday--papers, so I need to start writing them now. (God, I hate papers. With an exam, you go take it and it's over. With papers, you have hours and hours and hours to agonize over them.)

Also, it would make me insanely happy to never hear my roommate and her boyfriend having sex ever again. He's been over something like every other night, or at least once every three nights. She giggles loudly during sex, and he snores, and they get up at 6am and are loud. In other circumstances, I'd talk to her about this, but I can't take the risk of her moving out. Right now I can't afford even two weeks with no roommate. My rent is insane. (And no, my apartment isn't that nice. But it's in a safe part of the East Village and it costs lots of money to live here, even in a tiny apartment. And I'm not willing to leave--this is my favorite place in the world.)

I have been living on coffee. The first thing I do at work is make coffee. The first thing I think on weekends is "No work; how am I going to get coffee?" Should really buy some to make at home, I suppose. I've been drinking so much coffee that I have a hard time falling asleep, even though I usually only get about four hours of sleep per night. I know I should cut back--after midterms.

I haven't been on LJ or updated my website much lately, because I'm busy with school. I'll try to do more soon--next week is spring break. (Though I really should spend it studying for my colloquium, which will be on April 6. *panic*)

I haven't been talking about fandom stuff, because I have nothing really to say. I'm not passionately interested in Spike anymore--I'm just waiting for my next obsession to come along. (Although, speaking of fandom stuff, I strongly recommend [livejournal.com profile] indri's new fic, Descent, which is brilliant).

Anyone going to see Eric Kufs from Common Rotation at the Bitter End on Friday? I'm going, just to hang out, and a group of us will go out to dinner afterwards. Hope to see people there.

Back to paper writing.

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Date: 2004-03-09 08:35 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] ladycat777.livejournal.com
::hugs you:: just cause

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Date: 2004-03-09 11:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rusty_halo.livejournal.com
Thanks.

*hugs you back*

You're a sweetheart.

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Date: 2004-03-09 08:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yseultdb.livejournal.com
She giggles loudly during sex, and he snores

It's late and I'm tired but I have to ask... he snores during sex?

Also, I'm extremely jealous. I have been living on coffee I gave up caffeine for Lent. Have a cup for me.

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Date: 2004-03-09 11:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rusty_halo.livejournal.com
LOL. No, he snores after sex. I lie in bed and can't sleep because I can hear him snoring loudly from the other room.

I gave up caffeine for Lent.

Eeeek. I'm not sure how you manage to do that! I'll have an extra cup and think of you tomorrow. ;)

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Date: 2004-03-09 10:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] irfikos.livejournal.com
my first semest of college i had two roommates. both bouncy sorority girls. one was an alcoholic garth brooks fanatic, the other was a cheerleader for the football team. she was dating one of the football players.

she used to cartwheel into the room.

she was ALWAYS smiling.

she would CHEER in her SLEEP.

her boyfriend was (in addition to being dumb as a brick) always in our room. they had sex A LOT.

i swear, sometimes when they had sex i'd hear her cry out, "GO HUSKERS."

::shudders::

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Date: 2004-03-09 11:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rusty_halo.livejournal.com
Gaahh.

Don't give me nightmares.

(Poor [livejournal.com profile] irfikos!)

One of my college roommates (I was in a dorm for one year and yet went through five roommates) had her boyfriend nearly living with us. She had a bed for him on the floor, and the room was so small that I'd have to climb over him whenever I wanted to move around the room. I don't understand why they were dating--they hated each other and would argue, shrieking and screaming at top volume, for hours and hours. And then when he left, they'd talk on the phone and I'd hear her end of the shrieking and screaming. They would do this all night long, and I'm a night person, but when it got to 3 or 4 am I wanted to sleep, not listen to them fight.

So, yes, when I think of that, I remember this the current situation really isn't so bad. :)

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Date: 2004-03-10 08:35 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] 10zlaine.livejournal.com
*sigh* Where were you 10 years ago when I was hoping to move from CT into NYC, hating my friends and was doing that alone thing?

Okay, sure, you were in grade school...but, it is funny how opportunities just never coincide in life as might have otherwise been nifty.

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Date: 2004-03-10 03:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chenanceou.livejournal.com
Funny - I had a dream about you last night. You were coming over (I was living in the West Village) and I kept calling my brother on the phone for more vegan recipes. Nothing much and nothing insightful, but I rarely dream about food and least of all about me cooking it.

Take care of yourself, hon. Coffee is nice (okay, so I wouldn't drink American coffee if somebody paid me), but a bit of vitamins is a good thing. Oh, I'll shut up - it's the whole mom thing taking over.

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