Sarsgaard's even wisely shored up his cred by hooking up with Maggie Gyllenhaal, making them the undisputed king and queen of the indie prom. (Which is held in a really small school gym, with terrible lighting and indifferent decorations, but a whole lot of integrity, man!)
Ah, I love Fametracker.
Today was the day of Starbucks coffee. I think everyone in the world expected fraps of various flavors- nope. Just tankards of Starbucks brew. I got there really early, and got a cup... then dumped some out to make room for the milk. And wound up with coffee-flavored milk. Then it turns out that two large tankards just isn't enough coffee for TWO HUNDRED GREEDY SENIORS. And honestly, it's only one third of the class. Pony up, people. So, I pretended not to have gotten coffee so I can get out of class again. Only this time I won't take coffee. 'Cause ew.
I took a nice long nap today by accident. I meant to take, like, an hour long nap, and it wound up being two hours and boy is it going to be hell going to sleep tonight.
I was, however, successful in completing my Mikado assignment. I now have to complete the thinger for the IB Memory book- which asks stupid questions like "how have I evolved (or changed most) since freshman year?" Like I know, dude. Um, not as gullible? Not as sequestered away? Less social? More outspoken? And there is no way in hell that I am giving these people my LJ address. I did that once, and that did not work at all. Well, blog, but whatever.
Today I saw Khausinau, and he said I looked completely different, and like a college student. I was all, um. Thanks? I keep getting strange compliments lately. And then, continuing in the vein of Holmes' thinly-veiled dislike of me, she skipped me as we went around the classroom talking about the end of The Plague. Like, completely jumped over and went from David to Lauren. And everyone was like, stunned. I'm pretty hard to miss, y'all.
A WEEK FROM TODAY ALIAS WILL HAVE AIRED! Squee!
... And I need to get motivated, dude. Sigh.