Real friends are like this

So it's 4am and I'm just done with my NaNoWriMo word count and have posted it at figment_tree and am officially ready to turn in, collapse, and possibly die. I remember thinking, at some point towards the tail end of my writing, that it's a really good thing that the tower already had a fire alarm today -- we came back from dinner and observed the shrieking sirens of it and didn't get back to the room for an additional forty minutes or so -- thus making it unlikely that we would have another one while I was writing.

Literally the second I reach to turn off my computer monitor, the sirens shriek. One pair of jeans, sixteen stumbled flights of stairs, and a severe headache later, we are all huddling out on the front lawn of the tower.

But Alicia checked her computer before she went down and noticed that John was still insomniacking away, and she poked him, and he got up and got presentable and let us into his dorm, where we all huddled on his bed and tried not to go to sleep for two hours. He showed us goofy Mortal Kombat clips and let me play Prince of Persia on his Xbox for ever, and didn't laugh [too much] when I would jump off a pillar to my untimely death six stories below and then nix that and try again. We were all zombies by the time 6:15 rolled around and we got back into the tower.

In short, John is the best human being alive.

Something actually was on fire, for the record, this time: our floor especially reeked of smoke. It wasn't a normal fire, of course, but we'll see what the crime blotter has to say about it next week.

Games are not fun

Bored. Tired of working on... the things that keep coming up, like final paper abstracts and group presentations and close readings and crap. I haven't touched NaNo yet and I'm already desperately seeking distractions.

Why will no one distract me? And that is not a request for roommates to come and molest me, that's the bad sort of distraction. XD

I've spent my bored avoiding-work-period looking through RP advertisement communities again. I want people to want to play with me. But at the same time I don't want people [who want me to play J-rock-inspired angsty goth catboy ukes where I always have to be seme and actively claim that heterosexual RP is icky] to want to play with me -- and the sad thing is that even when I find new communities that I could advertise in, the people that have previously gotten irritable because I didn't like their J-rock-inspired angsty goth catboy ukes are already there. I think I'm going to post a rant to bad_rpers_suck... even though at least one of those players is there already too.

( I'm back on the subject because someone random saw my advertisement on fictionoverlife from two months ago and IM'd me today... )

Should write NaNo if I'm not going to do my Whitman abstract...

Discontent.