Proximity

Once again it was pounded home exactly why I enjoy not sleeping at college.
Anywhere else, I choose to be there. I do not choose to be at the college. It's just something that needs to be done.
Friday and Saturday I slept like a rock. Undead minions, and even the heckling might of Shawbane, wouldn't have woke me.
Sunday, I was back in "my" bed, and did a preformance art rendition of a fish out of water all night.
*grumble*
Sleep depped Kragores make for unruley Kragores. Unruley Kragores snap and snarl at people without provocation.

Going to go wood shopping at some point tomorrow. The school has crap to offer, and as I'm only going to do this bloody project once, I'm going to do it right the first time. I'm thinking either in cherry, birch, or maple. Feel free to comment on what you feel would be a better wood and why.
Got to actually use a tool today! I used *drum roll please,* A Hand Saw.
...
Woo. I had to wrestle it away from one of the guys, but I did, and did my fair share of work. So there. I will not be the heel in this class.
Got the book for the class. Had to refrain from being physically ill when I handed the woman $73.50 for a book of plastic comb-bound photocopies.
I'm still having trouble believing I actually paid that much good money for absolute crap.
Oh well.

It's been a very bipolar few days. Extreme sads and extreme happies following right on top of one another make for confused Kragore, not to be confused with confused moose, but really close.

I need to write a paper tonight. The amount of ambition I have to write said paper is nonexistant.
three more months, three more months... Have to get that resume printed (who knows how,) and delivered to International Ed.

Also need to bathe in a vat of flex-all and hire a house boy, but one has to have priorities.

And right now, my number one priority is food. Proximity to priorities... interesting.

- K.

For the hell of it

Went out to the market tonight, and picked up good for me food, such as grapes, carrots, and banannas. Stuff that doesn't need to be 'fridged.
It was about 8:30, and I was walking back from the lot. Great night: cool, damp, just enough mist to make the shadows dance. Smelled of wet leaves and old dirt. Discovered something; they leave the swings up at the elementary school now. Must go back and utalize this at some point.
Very tired. Getting my intro written and going to bed. Drowning my melacholies in Absorbine.

*yawn*

Longer commentary to follow at some point on people I've known all my life. Still formulating.

- K.