Day 48

Me: So... I need to write this response paper.
Me: Why though. We don't need to. It's optional this time.
Me: Sure, I guess. Plus, I guess eyeballs aren't at fullest operation capacity. Nor is ye olde brain.

Day 47

Me: I can't wait for next semester.
Me: Why? Can't you be patient?
Me: No! I can't wait! I get to write research papers next semester! Then I won't get Cs anymore...

Day 46

Me: Dear God, he's back.
Me: Oh no, not him.
Me: Is he creepily staring? Check!
Me: No, you check!
Me: Let's both check at the same time. One, two, three!

Me: Dang it he saw us. Can we get off this bus?
Me: It's too late for that, buddy. Just ignore him. Even though he's so extremely unnerving.

Day 45

Me: I hate you.
Me: Me? What did I do?
Me: You stayed up until 11:30 with Leo and Lee. No homework was done. NONE OF IT!
Me: Sheesh, well its also your fault.
Me: Shut up. Now I have to do it tonight! Ugh, I'm really upset.

Day 44

Me: You know what I've missed?
Me: What? The smell of NYC in the chilly fall afternoon?
Me: No. I mean, yeah, that too. But, II'm thinking of like a nice, warm cup of NYC bodega coffee.
Me: You know what? That sounds perfect.

Day 43

Me: I'm getting tired of this cleaning.
Me: You know we have to-
Me: Yeah, keep going. I'm not gonna stop. I can't stop. For them.

Day 42

Me: Where do I do the best work? At college or at home?
Me: Why does it matter? Just go home!
Me: But there's a set design meeting tomorrow night, late!
Me: Bah.

Day 41

Me: Oh god, oh god, I hope they pick me.
Me: Look! They picked you! Go ahead, ask.
Me: Oh god its such a pretentious question. Oh no oh no why did they pick me.
Me: Eh, it's only Alison Bechdel.
Me: Not helping.

Day 40

Me: Why is William of Orange here?
Me: Why did it take you this long to consider this?
Me: So, you don't know, do you.
Me: How would I know and you wouldn't?
Me: Good point.
Me: But actually, it's a valid question. Why is there just a large statue of William of Orange in the middle of the College Avenue Quads?

Day 39

Me: Oh no oh dear.
Me: Midterm stress?
Me: You betcha. Math.
Me: Ha.

Day 38

Me: I'm not crying. You're crying.
Me: ...Do I have to point out why that's stupid to say?
Me: No.
Me: It is lovely though. Alison Bechdel is fantastic.

Day 37

Me: Should I shave this morning?
Me: Nah. You'll be fine. Of course, it's easy to cut through five days of stubble.
Me: God-fine.

Day 36

Me: Oh God there are people walking around in costume here... are they gonna try to talk to me?
Me: Calm down - you'll be fine. Just talk to them if they talk to you.
Me: Fine, but I'll be silently screaming the whole time.

Day 35

Me: Man, I'll just tweet this at Brad Sherwood and Colin Mocherie. It's sweet and sincere.

(Proceeds to be roasted by Bread Sherwood, once over twitter, and once at their show)

Me: Best. Night. Ever.

Day 34

Me: Do you think we'll get any sleep?
Me: I doubt it.