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grammargirlNight #3 of Not Doing What I'm Supposed to Be Doing.
I have to write about 20 pages this weekend.
This didn't stop me from taking myself to see Ball, a fantastic and, weirdly, hilarious one-man tragicomedy about testicular cancer written and starring this really great guy who was in my Theater and Social Change class last year. It didn't stop me from watching Queer Eye with Graham (who [whom? Why can I never get that right?] I randomly ran into while dutifully walking to the Fishbowl to do work). And it's not, apparently, stopping me from driving to Lansing at midnight on a Tuesday for reasons that have nothing whatsoever to do with schoolwork.
(Am I really thinking about doing this? I really, really am. Holy shit.)
Really glad there's no one around to talk some sense into me right now.
I have to write about 20 pages this weekend.
This didn't stop me from taking myself to see Ball, a fantastic and, weirdly, hilarious one-man tragicomedy about testicular cancer written and starring this really great guy who was in my Theater and Social Change class last year. It didn't stop me from watching Queer Eye with Graham (who [whom? Why can I never get that right?] I randomly ran into while dutifully walking to the Fishbowl to do work). And it's not, apparently, stopping me from driving to Lansing at midnight on a Tuesday for reasons that have nothing whatsoever to do with schoolwork.
(Am I really thinking about doing this? I really, really am. Holy shit.)
Really glad there's no one around to talk some sense into me right now.
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Date: 2003-11-26 05:36 am (UTC)