Chair

This weekend has has been pitifully unproductive. I'm pretty sure 84% of it was spent sitting right here on my butt at my desk on my computer. I can't even what I did on Friday night/Saturday. Like, physically can't remember. And it's not because anything crazy happened since then to overshadow it...it was just so boring that it evidently wasn't worth remembering. Apparently I wrote in my journal, because there's an entry there from then. Oh, and I skyped one of my best friends from high school, and went to get severely-overpriced ice cream downtown. (For the record, it was good. But when you consider the outrageous hike there and back, plus nearly six dollars for a milkshake, I would settle for the dinky ice cream place across the street any day, gourmet or no.) I think a movie may have been included in there somewhere. Sunday was a church day (yes, I actually went. First time in nearly a month. Broke the streak), then we made homemade soft pretzels for lunch. Which were FANTASTIC. Linus and I came back and farted around for a while, I watched the Python oratorio (made my night) and wrote a letter. Then we wound up spending the next five hours with our friends at their dorm - five fabulous, Sorry-filled, brownie-ridden, movie-soaked hours.

This morning was the Labor Day firehouse (or, if you're from Pennsylvania, fire hall) pancake breakfast. Since we had a day off from classes and pancake breakfasts are one in a blue moon (which, incidentally, we had last week - Neil Armstrong was buried by it) we hiked downtown with our brother unit. It was actually a lot of fun. We came back in the drizzle and worked on homework for a while.

No, seriously, I did: I was so bored sitting here watching Monty Python and playing Freecell that I got a headstart on my homework due this week and beyond (a.k.a. my final analysis not due until December and a biographical analysis paper due next Tuesday...for which I should have started research last week). Went for food and fireworks at the Labor Day festival (first time in my life I've ever been close enough to fireworks to be showered by ash - as a friend of mine noted, it was like Vesuvius), had one of those laughing-so-hard-that-you-forget-you're-actually-walking journeys back to the dorm. Where I sit now. In my chair, as I have for most of the weekend. I shall call him Old Reliable, because I never leave him.

Scratch that: just got up to kill a bug. Should've warned Linus before I smacked the wall witih my shoe.

I didn't do anything productive in the past three days. I'm going home this weekend, and I'm sure I'll regret not working ahead when I'm ignoring my family on Saturday night writing a paper about Edgar Allan Poe. (Alright, I actually have two pages finished on that and it was super easy to whip out. The rest is opinion....how hard can that be?) I really didn't hang out with many people (except my brother unit, and they're pretty cool), didn't even leave the village. And aside from the bored-to-productivity bout at the end, it was really, really good. It was the first legitimately free weekend I've had since...spring break. I watched the "Life of Brian" debate and got some really good material for the paper I'm writing on it (the first paper in maybe forever that I'm actually excited to write). I wrote a lot on a fiction thing that randomly came to me earlier this week and is actually becoming something intriguing.

Tomorrow it's back to real life and class and homework and a schedule. But we needed such a break, even after two weeks of class. I think we'll be able to make it to fall break. : )

Oh, and I got to explain underlying aspects of a play to an actor who was actually in that play a few years ago. Felt very posh indeed. : )

Happy Labor Day to you, whether you labored or not.