A Function of Time

This past week has been quite exhausting for me. I was lazy on Monday, and sadly the beginning of the week has only enough hours in the day for me to finish all the stuff I need to do for the next day...thus the Monday lazies managed to force me to stay up late up until last night, when I elected to stay up late for my own reasons. Oh well. The stress has faded now.

Last weekend was pretty cool...some North freshmen threw a party called Mudd Goes Madd, which involved cool mixed music and a heckuva lot of blacklight paint. My Battle Tye-Dye shirt from last semester has gotten even more colorful as a result, not to mention several pairs of pants that I lent out to brave the paintfest. Ahhh….good times.

Right now I'm having a lot of fun getting to help plan a party for this semester, Funball. I think I mentioned it last semester, but it's thrown every semester at East on Drop Day (the last day to drop classes) and involves a lot of sugar and candy, a ball pit, a bouncy castle, a lot of pretty lights and techno music for dancing. Unfortunately, most of the people who know how to set up this party are seniors, so the sophomore who knows what to do is leading my roommate and myself in planning this semester such that we'll know what to do for the future. It's pretty cool...I like having something to work on, though I think it's made me a bit bossy with regards to getting everything done.

Ooh! One of the things I'm super-duper enthusiastic about is that recently, I've been talking to one of my friends in French a bunch. He's from Switzerland, so he speaks French natively, which gives him a bit of an advantage with regards to actually speaking coherently, but considering it's been many months since I've been in a French class, I think it's quite an achievement that my ability to speak it has not just survived, but improved!

The weekend's going to be pretty exciting, I think. Parents are visiting, Friday night is ITR games, Sunday is Valentine's Day...it's all good stuff. It's a little odd that, being only a few weeks into the semester, a number of thinks labeled "midterms" have already cropped up...but it's working out okay so far. The end of pass-fail seems to be less painful than anticipated. Yaaay.