Large Crap and A Fire...but not together.

Yesterday was a great day. It was one of them days when I have a bijjjiiilllion (7) hour break between classes, and the only thing to do is wait it out and attempt to do the assignments that are piling up.

So I was sitting in one of the less populated buildings of the university, reading blogges, listening to music, and just generally doing anything that wasn't remotely related to school.

I was reading Luke of the Kinderbloggen's hysterical updates on his wife's pregonesss and his building nervousness over the fact that parenthood is imminent and that the child, as it turns out is not going to be a centaur, but a girl, and I was positively tickled 'cause he responded to my comment that he should introduce the Girl to Lego ASAP, because it is something dads can deal with while maintaining their fragile dignity, and it is so bloody fun for boy or girls. I was so enrapt reading the part where he said it was a "super-fantastic idea" and a "win of the epic variety" that I completely failed to notice all the students around me exiting the building in a semi-orderly fashion and the piercing "WAHN WAHN WAHNNNN!" invading my ears.

Yes there was a fire alarm. And I was just sitting there. Like a stupid thing on stupid tablets.

Well, then I left in search of another place to pretend to work.

I chose the library.
The perfect place to sleep, because it is quiet AND they employ sleep fairies who go around making people intensely drowzy.

So basically I wasted the day doing nothing, when I knew that today I had a BIG HUGE assignment due in my most nit-picky class. Don't worry, I finished it. This morning....half an hour before class.

It is, most definitely a large crap, bordering dangerously on a shit-I-shouldn't-have-bothered-doing-if-I-was-just-going-to-make-it-a-large-crap.


But whatever right?

no that is the wrong attitude. I am a bad influence on myself.