Today we had room inspections. I got off of work and cleaned and cleaned for a few hours this afternoon. It was mostly Geoff and I, and we laughed pretty hard when Dex came in all flustered and starting snapping orders for everything that needed to be done... trying to explain to him that everything was *already* done, and yes, he hadn't had to do it all.

They always have room inspections before a preview weekend. We've got one in our suite this time, but still don't know anything about him. Perhaps we will be lucky and avoid the home-grown goat-farmer types that Spork had last time...

And sleep is the weirdest thing! I went to bed at midnight last night like a good boy, thinking I could get a good 8 or 9 hours of sleep, and laid there for half an hour. At last, I got up, tired of bed, popped open a Mountain Dew Amp (take a 20 oz Mountain dew and put all its caffeine in an 8 oz can), and studied Spanish for 2 hours. Geoff and Fuego were playing Counter Strike: Source in here, so Eric from downstairs and I studied our respective subjects on the couch to the constant sound of gunfire and grenades. Good times.

Speaking of Spanish... I feel sure Mr. Morales knows I am hurting in the vocabulary area. I would've thought grammar was the problem in the class, but I am doing at least mediocre on grammar. The hardest part is just knowing what those words mean in the first place! I'm happy that, if something has to be a problem, vocabulary is, because that's pretty easy to fix. Just... study lists, I guess.

And Spork, Pebble and I made a Wal-Mart run before the newspaper meeting this week, so I can't complain about the bad food when I *finally* have something other than Ramen to eat in here. DONUTS!!!!!!!!

Dr. Coppinger wrote me an absolutely glowing reference letter today, for my application to the Heritage Foundation. I was a bit taken aback by it, being written about a comparatively quiet student in his class a full year ago. But, Dr. C is cool like that, and I have no doubt his letter is one of my app's highlights.

::gets up to shut the door and close out Morris' Eminem-style rapping from across the hall::

There, better. Let's see. Ah, football. We've lost. Repeatedly. I guess that's kinda the story of 41 intramurals, but at least we have a good time with it (which is more than I can say for other floors on-campus). There is an outcry among the nerds for Counter Strike intramurals, but that's just sad. Go join the paintball club and do it in real life, or is that just too wacky and intimidating an idea? ;D

And I think that will be the end of today's post because I just heard... well imagine if a really high-voiced guy, not a girl now, but a really high-voiced guy screamed in response to a mortal blow... through a Kazoo... that's the sound I just heard. So yeah, catch ya later.