September 28, 2000 — Sleep took everything I had

As of late, sleeping has been getting to be more and more difficult. My body is dependent on being thoroughly sleep-deprived, and so my more-than-adequate hours of sleep from these last few weeks have led to it taking at least an hour or two for me to fall to sleep.

Which brings us to last night. My hour of sleeplessness was more or less wrapping up and I could feel myself dozing off. Then the fire alarm went off.

I refused to rush outside, since I was fairly confident it was a false alarm (criticize all you like; the fact that I'm writing this proves that I was right). I got dressed and sauntered outside, where everyone was huddling in the cold, many in their pajamas (or less). I can't decide if I'm the stupid one, or if they are...

And then after only four hours of sleep, there wasn't any chocolate milk at breakfast. Again. Fuck.

Don't worry, it gets worse. I walked to calculus class in the rather cold weather, only to find that it had been cancelled. Again. So I sat outside physics class until it started an hour later, and I was so frustrated with the professor that I left during the lecture. Johnston has a new-found obsession with discussing the decapitation of said professor (which is to be carried out using an aluminum baseball bat), but he'll still sit through the entire lecture. I gave up and left when he was teaching us how to find volume. Christ.

During the afternoon, I talked to Craig Aaronson from Grand Royal about the BV3 site and the bio that I'm apparently writing. After my inability to even find someone at Capitol Records (BV3's old label) who'd even talk to me so that I could give them branvan3000.com (no joke), I've been really impressed with all the people at Grand Royal. But having been given this much responsibility as far as the site and bio and whatnot go, I've found my need for everything to be perfect to be almost debilitating, as I worry about every little detail of each design that I do. I can't wait to get phase one of the site online, and I don't plan to sleep if it's not finished by the end of this weekend.

Oh, and this weirdo with an answering machine message filled with tacky country music that repeats over and over (saying that he'll call me back; if it keeps its promise, I won't be happy) has been paging me over and over. He wasn't deterred by my psychotic pager message (a robotic voice saying, "You have reached Greg's pager; your call makes him happy") and still left a message asking if I'd be interested in speaking at a "Child Find" benefit. There's apparently money and free food available, but I suspect that since the message was for "Johnny," the offer might end up being withdrawn. I called him to let him know of his mistake after I'd been receiving pages for several days.

On a humiliating note, I spent supper downloading Nintendo games. I can hear Johnston playing "The Legend of Zelda" (and swearing a lot about boomerangs and triforce pieces) behind me, so while the illegal file retrieval was a success, we're both going to fail our exams. But I've yet to do any homework, so I was going to fail anyways.

Speaking of which, I should get on that. Homework I mean. But I figure it can wait until Thanksgiving...

Now, we all know how much I like symmetry, and a day that starts badly (fire alarm, stupid classes, etc.) and that is followed by an interesting middle (Bran Van 3000 news and whatnot) would simply not make sense if it didn't end badly. And what better to create this sort of symmetry than with a house pub?

Now, I'm sure that the kids who enjoy drinking and whatnot had plenty of fun. And the place they were holding it seemed reasonably nice. So I'm not condemning the event or saying it was badly organized. But I only really went because I felt obligated to go, and when my shift of working the door with Johnston was cancelled, I didn't hesitate to head home.

The Middle House social convener says I'm trying to be "2 cool 4 school." I, on the other hand, think school's 2 cool 4 me.