Must remind self that cold is good

"Self," I say, "it's good that it's cold."

It's always easier to put layers on than take them off if one wishes to stay free of an arrest for lewdness. I seem to forget this after 2AM though -- man, it's freezing here! What the dilly? It's like May 16th, I'm in a decidedly un-air conditioned dorm, and it feels like those first few days of Winter Term, where they've forgotten to turn the heat on all the way so it's still freezing. Very strange.

Watched Buffy and Angel tonight, enjoyed both. I wish the doctor guy on Buffy was a more dynamic actor -- I'm just not feelin' it with him. I think there's an interesting parallel between him and Dawn, but while I'm all over Dawn's angst, I'm all "eh" with Ben's. Wish I felt it more. I enjoyed Angel (no matter what, that show cracks me up), liked the Fred girl more than I thought I would. Angel does a good job introducing new characters in general -- i can't think of one "For the Love of God Just Kill Him/Her!" character off the top of my head. Well, Darla by the end, I guess, but that was just overexposure methinks. In small doses I liked her. Maybe she's the exception that proves the rule.

Also: Did the Host say "Shit!" when the horsey dudes were advancing on him after he sang that song or did my ears deceive me? I forced my roommate to watch the clip and she agreed with me. If he didn't, he came pretty close. Funny stuff!

Must finish stupid sosh paper due tomorrow at three. Have no desire to do so. It has to be ten pages, which isn't that long. I can write it but it just seems massively tedious right now. Must! Write! Must!

Ooh, maybe I'll get another Diet Pepsi first. That'll take a few minutes. :)

Bastards!

Just went downstairs to get my little Diet Pepsi (which I had really jazzed myself up for -- such is the sorry state of my life), only to discover the door to the lounge where the soda machine lives decidedly closed. Dammit.

See, normally I'd just walk in. Maybe knock. But last week a friend came in and told me a horror story about how a friend of hers did the same thing at another lounge in the building only to walk in on a couple mid-coitus. Now I'm skittish about bursting into any closed-door lounge. Bastards! I want my soda.

Anyway, on a lighter note: I called to make a hair appointment the other day, and when trying to arrange a time my hairdresser told me to come in fifteen minutes earlier than the time I'd asked for because (and I quote from my often-inaccurate about specifics but generally good about gist memory) "I've got someone coming in after you and I want to make sure I give you a full forty-five minutes." My first reaction was -- Is my hair *that* bad? Are my friends, family, and acquaintances calling her up, telling her that it has just gone too far -- that she had to do something, and that when I came in, she would need to set aside extra time because I would need a massive overhaul? I mean, okay, so it's been a while (three months! eek!), but it's not like I've got roots growing out. I'm too wimpy to dye my hair.

Anyway. Am going to go work on paper, despite lack of carbonated beverage. NOW!