Manic Monday

So I went to bed at five this morning (Monday) and woke up at six to write a paper for my 8 a.m. And sure enough, I arrive "promptly" at 8:11 to find that class is cancelled. The part that really gets me is that Campolo sent an email last week telling us that... "if [he] is more than five minutes late one day this week, assume class is cancelled." Now I understand a family member's death is important, but it's not a last-minute emergency that prohibits you from emailing someone the night before, telling them that they can keep their sorry, lazy ass in bed for an extra four hours. I am bitter; it is also evident that I am cold and heartless.

So to make myself feel better, I slept through my 10:00, bringing about a day of 1 class for 3, a state of utter "Tessa-ness."

This evening the Monday group converged on Frances Drive and had spaghetti and watched Life as a House. Impressive as it is, Gigi and Steven were the only criers this week.

• Sam, Life as a House: "Do you have any idea what it's like to jack-off in an armoire?"
• Imagine: Gigi shuffling her feet, chasing "Toto" around the couch.
• Random Hendrix freshman: "I really think I used to have a third arm."
• Megan: "Yeah, we literally flapped our fluffy asses all the way there."

I think I may go to sleep right now and still get about five hours in... *mwah*

Oh yeah... found a very interesting artist: Erwin Olaf

p.s. I've not seen a more graceful "Hooker-boot Somersault" in all my years. Honest.