I said I wouldn't spam, but

GOD FUCKING DAMNIT, PEOPLE.

I tried to go to bed around 11:30, as the drunken revelry had quieted down and/or moved off our floor. And I was tired, or at least, bored.

That was approximately when some chick, drunk as a fucking fish, settled herself in the bathroom (with which I, damn it all to hell, share a wall), and started just moaning. It developed a sort of cadence... and then she started vomiting. Has been at that for at least the past half an hour... there have been many "euw"s and one "oh god I just sat in pee"...

and really, I'm a kind and charitable soul. On the whole. And if I actually knew this girl, I'd be out there helping her. But I don't know her, I don't know where she goes, and right now she's best positioned over a toilet anyway, the poor dear.



I. AM NEVER. GOING. TO DRINK. (actually, recognizing that a) it is a social experience, and b) it's not all about barfing and bitching, I should qualify that statement with GIVEN MY MEDS, IF I DRINK I WILL DIE. THE LACK OF MIDNIGHT CHUNKS-BLOWING IS JUST A PERK)

Thank you.
Now my dorm smells like alcohol and puke.
I can only imagine what the hallway, or god-forbid the bathroom, is like.

[ETA: Apparently, she is not in the bathroom, as she is continually insisting that those who are trying to get her to the bathroom "shut the fuck up" -- YAY BECAUSE NOW I'M TOTALLY GOING TO WANT TO FACE A PUKEY FLOOR IN THE MORNING. Fuckit.]

Stuffs.

1- It's Northanger Abbey Day at AustenBlog! MUCH fun. Fangirling geekness that cannot be contained. For various reasons. *snerkle* Wig!

2- The Media Pit (basement of Sills Hall -- "Foriegn Language Media Library") is one Very Cool Place. Though, ok, Macs still creep me out. No offense intended to the Mac-users on my list, because they are certainly very smooth and tasteful-looking things, which is less than I can claim for the majority of PCs, but... iMacs especially still freak me. Box goes where??!?

3- I had macaroni and cheese for breakfast. Mm.

4- ...still smells like puke and booze... which is malassociating and becoming a turn-off for the 'drunk threesome in Bludhaven' crack dealie. Foo.

5- I have 4 pages, typed double-spaced, to write for Film Noir, on a major scene change between the novel and the film. ...I'm sorry; can anyone else say "my life as usual"? Already have the notes, just need to put the words together. E. Z. (now watch me not get it done) Also, Bogart/Bacall = my Golden-Age Hollywood OTP.

6- Last of all, I got myself all Facebook-ed up last night, while Merce was barfing on my door. And I did eventually get to sleep... when I could barely make it to my bed any more.


[Note to self -- go into town for hangers, clothespins, string, and a booklight. kthx.]