Stood outside with the rest of the residence for, oh, fifteen minutes before they got the damned thing shut off. After that, I couldn't go back to sleep, and because I was awake, I was hungry, and... no food. Rotten town. No grocery stores open after twelve. Barbarian wasteland. Bah.
So. Stole english muffins from the dining hall last night, ate one of those. Promptly following, felt sick. Fun, fun, fun.
Went to class. Carolyn didn't show up, and so sitting next to me was this enormous guy who... uck... really needed to shower. Couldn't edge away, because I was on the end of the row.
Carolyn sucks. Left a note on her door telling her so, then went back to my room to sit around for half an hour before my next class.
Had another class. Went to it. Afterward, I checked the mail. Nothing. Sigh.
Got back to my room, called Carolyn, because we had to do Gaelic homework, but she'd disappeared, because she still sucked. No time for Gaelic homework. Went to English. Still hate Wordsworth. Bastard.
And to make it worse, I really had to pee, the whole hour-and-fifteen-minutes. Argh.
Came back to my room. Called Carolyn again. Currently engaged in rushing through the homework and drinking tea. Hate Gaelic, but this is the last class. Must keep reminding myself of this.
And now it's 3:41, and we're about to be late. Later.