Pajama Day!
Nov. 16th, 2004 08:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
unavoidedcrisis
Oh my, I appear to be losing my mind.
One would think I would be more upset. But I suppose not.
Reasons for this revelation:
i) I managed to sit down and write more than seventy five hundred words between Anthropology class and eight o 'clock this evening. I don't think I've written seventy five hundred words in one week before. But to do it in the space of mere hours?
ii) I took a recommendation from Cauley and downloaded some Boys Night Out. Needless to say it proved more fruitful than anything she's ever said before [read: I like it.]
iii) I was polite to Thomas today. And not just once, but actually all day. And not apathetic, but really, truly nice.
iv) I found myself actually doing parts of my homework. Not all of it, of course, no change will ever be that drastic, but I did begin it.
v) Hailey and Taylor came to bother me in my room, and I didn't thrash them.
vi) Scott was being a jerk again, and I didn't thrash him.
It must be the influence of Pajama Day. Pajamas make the world a better, fluffier, sleep-conducive place.
[n.b: I have resolved to attempt (sounds promising, doesn't it?) to updated this journal every day, save extenuating circumstances.]
One would think I would be more upset. But I suppose not.
Reasons for this revelation:
i) I managed to sit down and write more than seventy five hundred words between Anthropology class and eight o 'clock this evening. I don't think I've written seventy five hundred words in one week before. But to do it in the space of mere hours?
ii) I took a recommendation from Cauley and downloaded some Boys Night Out. Needless to say it proved more fruitful than anything she's ever said before [read: I like it.]
iii) I was polite to Thomas today. And not just once, but actually all day. And not apathetic, but really, truly nice.
iv) I found myself actually doing parts of my homework. Not all of it, of course, no change will ever be that drastic, but I did begin it.
v) Hailey and Taylor came to bother me in my room, and I didn't thrash them.
vi) Scott was being a jerk again, and I didn't thrash him.
It must be the influence of Pajama Day. Pajamas make the world a better, fluffier, sleep-conducive place.
[n.b: I have resolved to attempt (sounds promising, doesn't it?) to updated this journal every day, save extenuating circumstances.]