Ah. I worked for seven hours this afternoon, went to class at 7:00, got back a little after 9:00, put a load of laundry in, and then the game started around 10:00. PM. Now it’s 11:18, I’m exhausted, sore, and thoroughly content. God, I’m sure going to miss living in the quads. I don’t think I’ll ever be in a situation again where an ultimate game can be organized in four minutes at 10:00 at night (and we played last night till 11:00 or so, and we’ll probably play tomorrow night, except I won’t be here because William and I are going to the Decemberists concert in Helena)… It’s amazing. No, we’re not that good. No, we’re not competitive. But there’s nothing like laughing so hard at the person next to you who just slipped and fell flat on her back trying to throw the frisbee that you fall down yourself when you try to help her up…
Oh my. It’s 11:22, and I haven’t done ANY homework whatsoever today. BAD Mark! Bad! I need to hop on that.
And Andrew is down in his room talking to himself. Yes, he’s well aware of the fact that he’s talking to himself. He’s brainstorming, and is discussing his upcoming T&C project with himself, saying “we could do this, but…” It’s quite amazing. You can walk into the room, and he doesn’t notice. He’s such a raging genius. “Ooh! Should we put a plot twist in it? Hmm. I’m not sure that we could fit that in five pages.” Yeah. That’s a direct quote.
“So you got these people and they give birth to super human kids.”
“Your problem is like, if you want everyone to have like the moderate religous gene, or whatever, you gotta, um, no no, those dont have to [laughter], just depends on, well you can go normal”
Well, there are some more Andrew quotes. I shouldn’t be listening, but ordering stuff for Europe, damnit.