Chandri MacLeod (chandri) wrote,
Chandri MacLeod

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Stupid alarm clock...

I was in the middle of this weird dream when the alarm clock yanked me out of it. I'm starting to think that the accursed thing is messing up my sleeping patterns. It's gotta be better when I wake up on my own, but when my classes are never at the same time it's hard to re-train my brain for that. During highschool I always woke up just before seven, and cons somehow convince my brain to wake up even earlier. But now I usually wake up around ten, which isn't always any good, since I usually have 10:15 classes an it takes 15 minutes to *get* to Nicholson, where all the classes are. I'm on the bloody edge of campus.

Speaking of that, I seem to have had a combination of other people's problems. Our power went out on Sunday, while I was still asleep, and crashed my computer, for some reason. I actually *knew* it was going to go out - they said they were disconnecting four of the campus admin buildings in order to hook up the new Milennium Athletic Centre they're building. They never listed MacIssac, though, so I didn't worry about it.

Of course, X being X, Mac's power went out anyway. Even though we're not even on the same *circuit* as the Centre. *growls* I lost *eleven pages* of the first X-men fic I've written in... a *long* time. I'd saved it, but now it's nowhere to be found.

I really should start backing stuff up. Unfortunately, me being out here in the middle of nowhere with no trustworthy network to speak of , I really can't. The only place I've got to put stuff, aside from my harddrive, are floppies (of which I don't have enough, given that I have like... um... two, three gigs of data I can't lose), and the folder they gave me on the notoriously unreliable school server that keeps plunking the Nimda Virus into people's HDD's when they access. Reasons I haven't set up Terminal Server Client yet. Because the TSG can't seem to set up anti-viral software that actually works... probably because they're using some freeware thing not built for large network application. Seems to be their most frequent problem... aside from total incompetence, anyway.

Back to the dream. I woke up, in my bed here, and thought I'd slept through class. I swore and got up and rushed around for a minute before I realized that it was Tuesday, and that after Sociology I didn't have a class 'til 12:15. So I slowed down, and got back into bed, 'cause it was freezing. Then I wondered why it was freezing, so I got up again and looked out the window. There was snow absolutely bloody *everywhere*. Which wasn't so weird, because it's been snowing for a couple of days now, but not so it actually piles up or sticks or anything. In the dream there was snow up to the bottom of my window (I'm on the ground floor) and the path up to the SUB was buried. Actually, everything outside my window was buried, and for some reason the snow had been packed against the sides of the walls of Nicholson and the SUB, and decorated like those ice castles they build at the Carnaval in Quebec. There were little strings of lights, too.

I figured classes would be cancelled, since we couldn't actually get to them, so I turned around and asked Nadia (who was there, for some reason, in the empty bed) and Brad ( who was on the floor, and I hadn't noticed him the first time I got up) what they wanted to do, since I didn't have class. Neither of them answered, so I got dressed and tried to open my door, but I couldn't, and I'm pretty sure that's because it was snowed shut. At least, I remember thinking that. Which is weird, because not only does my door open on a hallway, *indoors*, but it opens inward. o.O So we couldn't get out, and I didn't really have any food, so we decided to wade through the snow to get to the dining hall. I think we went out the window.

Five minutes after we got outside, there was suddenly something wrong, or at least I felt like there was, and it started snowing again, really heavily. And after a few more minutes I lost Nadia and Brad, and I couldn't get any further in the snow because it was too icy for me to move. I was really starting to panic when the alarm clock woke me.

And informed me that I really *had* slept through my first class. *grumble*

Ah, well; let's hope Carolyn doesn't do the same - she tends to... - then I can borrow her notes. :)

Harry Potter comes out on Friday. *does a little happy dance* We're going to stake out the only theatre in town at about four PM and get tickets before the little kids. The theatre here is shared with like four other non-towns (sad, huh?) and I'm not getting beaten to Harry Potter by a bunch of kiddies. I waited nine hours for Phantom Menace, I can wait three for Harry Potter.

This weekend is going to be a good weekend, though, TV-wise. Friday is Harry Potter. Saturday is nothing, and that's when I'm planning to start working on my English term paper. Stupid Canterbury Tales... *muttermutter* Sunday is the best (and the busiest, though) day. The Reboot movie is on YTV at five PM, *does another happy-dance*, and Enterprise and X-Files are on at nine and ten, respectively. I think I've got a conflict, though, with this TBS movie I was going to watch, Invincible, which is on at... um... nine. I think. Pooh. Hope not.

I'm actually looking forward to Christmas holidays, even though to get to Christmas holidays I have to do Christmas exams *muttermutter*. I'm probably looking forward to it more, now, because Antigonish is so... well, Antigonish. I really want to go home. Only 33 days. :)

It's snowing again... damn. I'm enjoying it way too much when I show pictures to Carolyn (who's from here, and spent the last four years in Ottawa... *shiver*) of my yard at home where our flowers are still blooming and the leaves haven't fallen yet. *grin* The look of indignant horror on her face is just priceless. I don't like winter, though. It's *cold*. *sigh*

I was writing Babylon 5 fic in Gaelic class yesterday. (Bad Ari, no cookie...) And it was heavy-angsty differing-perspective-on-the-Death-Scene (y'know... THE Death Scene...) fic. And then I felt all melancholy for the rest of the evening. That was kind of fun, actually. I kept doing these dramatic sighs and when Carolyn asked my what was wrong, I ended up explaining the entire plot of the fic to her. I think I confused her, a lot. She reads fic, but I think only X-files. I've been trying to make her more of a cross-genre sci-fi fan... Star Wars, Trek, that kinda thing (Patti and I are gonna have to duct-tape her to a chair - she doesn't remember if she ever saw Star Wars, and doesn't think she liked it, if she did... o.O), and comics. That part's problematic, as I didn't bring any of mine with me, and Antigonish *has* no comic shops. (WEIRD.) I've been steering her at comic-fic, instead, as the next-best thing.

But anyway, in the course of explaining my B5 fic to her, I ended up plugging for the show, and I think I got her hooked just by talking about it. B5 is like that. Especially the Marcus/Susan thing... Carolyn's a sucker for romantic fluff and angsty romantic stuff. Probably why she likes X-Files so much. ;)

Unfortunately, they don't *show* it anymore *grumblemutter*, so I can't get her properly hooked by making her watch it. Not bloody *fair*. I *miss* B5. Wish Space hadn't stopped showing it. Really do.

My foot's falling asleep. And I should get dressed. Can't miss two classes today... er... rather, *shouldn't*. And I should eat first, so I don't fall asleep during anything today. Again. *cringe* And... my English group expects me, probably, to actually have something *done*. Sigh. I should do that, I guess, and not be writing B5 fic instead.

*Should* being a moral imperative.

Yuck. Dad-ism.

Ooh... must send JB the JB-pressie. Need the JB-addy... Hmm...

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