tabular_rasa | Jan. 9th, 2005

The Barnes and Noble thing didn't work out (maybe some other time, Liz?), so I ended up spending the night at Tiffany's and going skiing today. We felt accomplished; we went completely on our own, driving up and paying for it and everything. It was fun.

Last night Jessica was there until about 11:00, and we did the usual RP thing, and I really want to get started on this other book idea we had, but last night it was Marauders, which is all good. It got quite dramatic. J.K. Rowling might be disturbed to the extent we've developed the Black family . . .

Tiffany's dad was gracious about turning down the TV when we went to bed, but Krissie and Jamie cranked it up because apparently Tiffany was supposed to fill her fish tank . . . at 11:00 at night. I dunno. So when she asked them to turn it down, they turned it up to spite her.

. . . until I came stomping downstairs and was like *croaking angry voice* "TURN IT DOWN!!!" and then Krissie was still like, "Tiffany needs to fill her fish tank." So I was like, "I'D FILL THE FISH TANK BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW SO JUST TURN IT DOWN!!! Please."

They did.

Tiffany said apparently I sounded exactly like my mom that one time she screamed for me when she and Amber were over in 8th grade. She and Amber had scampered like deer, completely frightened. So apparently I am quite scary when I am tired and pissed off.

My roomate and whoever is on either side of me in college had better be dead quiet from at least midnight to 6 am. I will kill them, otherwise. I can't have a light on. I usually can't have a fan on-- but if we use it every night I will get used to it (but then I won't be able to sleep with out it, so you'd better pick it one way or another). I can't have music playing in the background, even softly, even if it's just my roomate's headphones making little beat noises through the ear coverings. I won't be picky during the day, I promise-- after all, I can just leave and everything, listen to whatever you want at whatever noise you want-- but when I sleep, dammit, it'd better be accomodating. I can't function otherwise, and I get pissed off when I know I'm not getting the right amount of sleep.

So, sorry, Jamie, if I came off completely bitchy last night . . . but that's how it works, lol . . .

Quotes and Scenes of the Day (and Last Night):

"C-can Bella come to bed?-- Oh . . . okay . . . " *runs*

"LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR!!!" *Jessica drops dramatically to her knees and lands on Tiffany's foot. Pain ensues.*

"At least you got to hang out in a sunny cotton field!" (don't ask . . . lol . . . )

"But, then again, maybe I like pain. This is why I hang out with you, Tiffany."

Amy: *singing parody to Hotel California*
Tiffany: "Shut up, or I will touch you with silver."
Amy: *gives Tiffany a look and continues singing parody to Hotel California*
Tiffany: *touches Amy with Hershey's bar wrapper*
Amy: *continues singing parody to Hotel California*

I win.

My mom is guilt-tripping me about the college application for Georgetown. She told me they were due on January 15th, but then I just realized that they were due the 10th this Saturday. So now Mom's all like, "It doesn't matter how good your essays are because they know you're not serious anymore." Whatever. They're a day late. She want to Catholic Girls' School of Hell (not St. Mary's-- some crazy provincial New England place) for her first year of college, and she turned out relatively fine. Plus, I submitted my stuff to all my other schools on time, and I'm already accepted to Miami.