My mind is prettymuch a complete blank today, which isn't a good thing because my Freshman Studies rewrite is due Wednesday. More pressingly, I've got a Calc midterm tomorrow I still don't care about.

Curse you, Math and Science, for being so uninteresting!

I did a pittance of math at the library, enough to feel like a good student, but excepting that I've been pretty unmotivated today. I tried to read and couldn't. There's not even anything to distract me from working, either; my beloved computer games are equally boring.

It must be cabin fever of the non-muppet variety.
O, if I could only frolick in the sunshine!

It's not like I would go outside if I could, I suspect; I'm just frustrated at not being able to do something because of this 'snow'. I hate walking in this weather. The snow stings my face and gets in my eyes, and all I can hear is John Candy's voice shouting "Go under the wind, go under it!"

I must have watched that movie a dozen times when I was younger, and this is the price I pay.

Last night I left the room for maybe thirty seconds, to put some towels in the washing machine if you must know, and when I came back there were four half-drunk percussion majors in my room. I was already a bit off, as my reality wasn't holding up too well yesterday in any case, and this was an added shock.

They sat around and talked about drummer stuff, of course, though we did discuss Natalie Portman, who they all love for some reason, as well as the Olsen twins, who Greg pretends to love because it's hilariously creepy.

Also, I found out that the reason there were two girls on stage and only one in the program for their percussion concert was that one of the girls is named Timothy. Apparently it's not something they recommend bringing up around her, because she's very boring.

Anyways, the drummers left to go sledding at this freakishly lanky percussionist's house, which was apparently a "really cool" experience that most of them wussed out of doing, and I hung out here and rapped with Graham via MSN.

There's a Jazz Singers thing tonight in the coffeehouse, and I guess I'll go to that and support The D.J, who I've been quite unintentionally avoiding all day. Wait- it was moved to Monday.

Well, that's enough pointless blather.

Ah, and my watch, a symbol of my everlasting friendship with my ex-girlfriend, broke yesterday at the concert. That was really sad and funny, for some reason.