HOT GUY ON THE LOOSE

Must alert Caroline... hot white guy living in our apartment complex. I walk down this morning (okay... more like afternoon), thinking, "I need to do laundry." Still in my pjs, I trek down through our leaky complex to the scary garage/dumpster/washer/dryer area. Looking like crap and totally mismatched with my corduroy jacket over a HIC t-shirt and my green "I wish I may" star *pajama* pants, I run into the first potentially good-looking guy at the complex. What are the chances of both of us waking up and thinking about doing laundry... at the exact same time?!?!? Really nice guy though, he offerred to take out all his stuff and give me the washer. *FYI: he's a boxer-kind of guy.* Caroline, he looks like Gabe, but with a darker shade of brown hair.

In other news, I'm all done with two classes. Yesterday was perhaps one of the most productive days I've ever had. I managed to pull an all-nighter writing for my Rhetoric paper Tuesday night/Wednesday morning. I seriously did NOT procrastinate on this paper and still ended up finishing at the last minute... 6:06 am, to be exact. I managed to sleep until 7:43 am (yes, precision matters!). I woke up, edited my paper, printed it out and took Caroline's car to go turn it in. Got back to the apartment at 9:04 and began to do PS hw. Finished at around 11 and then finally STARTED studying for the final that I had at 12:30 that day. Yes, it was a big scare. I've always studied for finals days and days in advance. But this time, I absolutely had no extra time. However, my hour of studying evidentally proved very effective. Everything that was on the test was what I had studied for... minus the stuff about Mills Method of Agreement and Difference. (Who the hell actually uses that?!) Either way, the test turned out to be not so bad... except the fact that I felt COMPLETELY drained afterwards. On my way home, I managed to finally grab a bite to eat and rent "12 Angry Men." (Partly for my enjoyment, partly for Rhetoric 20.)

Speaking of Rhetoric 20... our final is on Saturday... at 8am!!!! How unfair is that?! But thanks to Fievel, it is now at 8:30 am. Last night, I had this strange dream that the University wouldn't take my units for Rhetoric 20 because it wasn't a "real Rhetoric class." In all honestly, I also find the class a bit "hokey," to use Professor Clover's word. It's nothing like what I had to go through with Rhetoric 10. The whole class just seems WAY too easy for me for it to be a Rhetoric course. Rhetoric courses are usually so difficult for me. Gabs informed me this morning that Rhetoric 20 is going to be taught completely differently next semester. Those poor kids next semester...

Speaking of dreams... I dreamt that I met Colin Powell and Al Gore at a Senate meeting. And I blurted out, "Colin Powell!!! I want to work for you this summer! I'm going to be in DC!"

Okay, no more randomness... Conclusion: Managed to write a paper and study for final in under 12 hours. Now, THAT'S efficiency!