A Girl With a Sword

It was like carnage, only funnier

I have one paper left to write this semester. First it was due on Monday, then today, then Friday. Now it's due next Monday and I, strangely enough, feel a little frustrated. Sure, this is a good thing, but I just want to get the paper over with and even though I know it could be done by Friday I find it highly unlikely since my work expands into the amount of time given to get it done.

You know, however much fire alarms mess up my life, I still kind of like them. Everyone is so tired and kind of cranky, but so half-there that it's hard to be really cranky. It's so amusing to see all these people in their pajamas lying around in odd positions trying to sleep, as Laura Neale astutely put it after the epic three-dorm fire alarm, "It's like carnage, only funnier."

On top of that this morning was terribly surreal by all accounts. I slept the whole time, accidentally, and that was weird, but even weirder was waking up and hearing about an emu loose on campus and Neal Howard running after it. I knew fog made surreal things happen. Wish I could have seen that, my life would be more complete then.

To make things more surreal I got on iTunes this afternoon to find a new music library called Valhalla. Hope and I have named our room Valhalla (really it's a three room suite). It's been Valhalla for awhile. And I know that this person is not any of the ten people from my room. It's so strange . . . I'm not saying I have any kind of exclusive claim to this name, it's just disconcerting.