Fly me back...to where my home is?

watched sweet home alabama for the 2nd time last night...it's one of those "aw shucks" kind of movie that manages to not get too sappy. it has its lame moments of course, but on the whole it's a pretty good movie. was really sleepy after that, so i fell straight into bed (we were watching the movie in my hallmate's room right across from me) and fell asleep almost instantly...then suddenly i heard this knocking on the door, and since it's the one week anniversary (ha) of our awful fire alarm incident last week, i was a bit paranoid), i immediately got up and went to open the door, (my roommate wasn't around, probably taking a shower or something), and it was one of my floormates (who is truly weird by the way, his nickname is spondee and no one ever calls him his real name), and he asked, "did i leave my shoes in here?" my gosh...what an anti-climax! there i was, really zombified, and he's asking if he left his shoes in my room? man...i wasn't quite sure how to react...mumbled some answer to the negative and gladly tumbled back into bed. weirdness.
got up this morning at 7.30 and decided i better study hard, coz i have so much reading to do, so i ploughed through my many pages of ezra pound on vorticism and a chapter of social psych, was happy that i was done and was going to turn the comp on when i remembered i had more pound to read, his short lyrics...so got to confess i raced through that, but i'm proud of myself, got lots of work done! now to spend the rest of the day studying for my psych midterm on wednesday. sunday's supposed to be a day of rest, sigh...at least i'm taking time off to go to church later.
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