Last leg of papers, movies, and Hayfields revisited.

Monday

I almost snoozed right through my Diff Eq lecture, but managed to think to check what time it was a couple minutes after I'd last hit snooze... it was ten to, just enough time to leap from my bed, power shower, throw on my flipflops, chuck an orange in my bag, and dash to class. Unfortunately for me, that meant I only had an orange to eat and flipflops to wear for the subsequent seven plus hours.

After Diff Eq, I met Vanessa in the library, quickly finished my Actuarial coursework and ran that to the Maths building, then returned to our computers. I had just whipped up my bibliographies for my papers and reformatted both a bit, and was working on my photo pages for my Architecture paper when... the fire alarm went off. The library was full (as lots of people had papers due) and everyone just sat there for a minute, glancing around, thinking, 'WAIT. Do I really have to leave?' Visions of my leftover quesidilla and refried beans from the night before were slipping from my mind, replaced by the gnawing hunger that this bell signaled. I was so close to being done, and almost had time to dash back to my room and eat before my one o'clock class! But alas, we had to shut down our computers and evacuate. Word on the street is that a student pulled the alarm. They are not on my good list.

Van and I went to the Engineering building, but I couldn't use the computers there since I'm not an engineer, so I had to dash next door to Queens. I just managed to finish fixing everything up and print off my photo pages when I needed to run to class. I'd been hoping to completely print my papers, but no luck. After my two hour architecture class, I went back to the library (completely unburnt due to the fact that there WASN'T A FIRE), finished my papers, submitted them on WEBCT, printed them off, submitted my hard copies, and then entered into an enraptured bliss as I was finally, finally able to eat. I love food so, so much. Prior to my first meal of the day (seven hours after I got up) I had been such a grumpalump.

I had time to relax a little bit before Actuarial, then met Vanessa outside my lecture hall so we could go see Confessions of a Shopaholic, which was so cute! However, the combination of the pair of us hanging out together and being overtired was ridiculous. She 'owes' me 8p since I let her print off two sheets the other night, and remembered while we were waiting for the movie to start. Now, I don't mind money, but honestly, I don't want coppers. They just take up space in my wallet and I almost never need to use them, so I'd rather not have them. Suffice to say, there was lots of, 'Hey Emily, can I give you eight pence?' My responses got more ridiculous, escalating from 'I don't want your eight pence,' as did her offers, until finally I exclaimed, 'I do not want them in a car, I do not want them near or far! I do not want them here or there, I do not want them anywhere! I do not want eight pence and s***, I do not want them, not a bit!'

Haider, when he met up with us to go to Hayfields, decided we weren't allowed to drink tonight and felt like he needed to catch up a bit to get on our crazy level.

Rewinding back to the movie, there was a funny moment when this guy pushed past us to go further into our row... twenty minutes from the end of the movie. And he hadn't been sitting there before. V and I were super confused, and then three to five minutes later he exited the row and rushed up the aisle. He was in the wrong theater. And it took him five minutes to figure out that the chick flick we were watching wasn't his intended film.

Fastforwarding back to Hayfields, that was pretty fun. We played a bit of pool, and I met some new people and talked to them; two of Damien's friends got really excited that I've got a chunk of Irish blood, as they're both proud to have Irish parents (though they were born&raised in Britain).