wednesday!

Yesterday was surprisingly eventful and enjoyable, despite it being a Wednesday.
Classes were fine, despite a minor heart attack I'm having about my first Shakespeare paper being due next week. I have no idea what I'm doing in life...
Lunch with Brady, Mike and Roman, which is always a highlight. Plus, there was pudding. Pudding of the chocolate variety.
After lunch I considered being productive but instead took a nap. Incidentally, it wasn't a very satisfying nap because I keep having these dreams. Dreams where I'm throwing something or erasing something WITH MY RIGHT HAND. My body is stupid when it sleeps and moves or tenses or twitches my arm, waking me up in very distinct PAIN. Which only intensifies the lack of sleep I'm suffering because there is no comfortable position except on my back, on which it is impossible to fall asleep.
When I got up from naptime, Tori had to go to her night class and Karli was still napping, so I ate dinner with Krisco, Alison and Courtney. We talked about the show "Lost" and I reconfirmed my decision that that show is ridiculous and I'm glad I don't watch it. But it was an all around good time. A few nights ago I ate with Chris, Ashley, Lindsey and the other Courtney, and it's becoming more and more evident they have their own secret language in which shortening everything and the word outrageous reigns supreme. Needless to say, that meal was outrageous.
At about 7 I found some motivation to start my OTHER English paper, but not enough to sit in my room alone. So I made myself comfortable on Karli's futon, and kind of wrote while watching crappy TV. Bill came in and chatted for awhile. He told us all about his post graduation trip around the world plans, and Karli and I were jealous. As soon as we left, Karli and both sighed and said "I love Bill." And I do love Bill--he is so wise.
By 9 Tori was home and my motivation was gone. We opted instead to purchase large amounts of junk food and giggle in our room, which was suitable for me. Of course, we went to bed rather late.
Just as we were snuggled in bed, we heard two sharp knocks on our door, a pause, then two more on Karli and Lindsey's. Tori got up to investigate. You may be wondering: who on earth would knock on someone's door at a time of night when normal people are clearly sleeping? And the answer, my friend, is Steve. This is the third or fourth time when Steve has awoken us, known he awoke us, and still chatted for obscene amounts of time with no sign of letting us return to our sleeping.
BUT. Tori and I aren't stupid enough to open our door anymore. Karli, however, is new to the Steve phenomenon. So Tori and I watched, giggling, through the peephole as Steve rambled about his horriffic housing arangement for next year for a good ten minutes. Then I decided to save her. Krisco and Alison walked by and just laughed as we tried to get rid of him. It was ridiculous. But we eventually got to sleep, and had sweet dreams of any other place to live next year than Steve's house of horrors.