Some things never change
Feb. 1st, 2007 09:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
featherynscaleLast night, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
triadruid and I were huddled in my bedroom around my little space heater, working on background for our upcoming D&D campaign (in case you were not yet aware that we are vast dorks, let it be so noted at this time). kittenpants came down to show off her clever new painting gloves which she has made out of recycled socks. (Did I mention it gets really damned cold at EHQ sometimes?)
She was admiring my new bookcase (all the books have shelves now!) and remarking that my room hardly looked like it belonged in a college dorm at all anymore. And then, she looks over at us and our books and dice and pencils and says, "Well... except for you guys camped out on the bed with your D&D books." And I'm thinking, "I could go get some beer, that would help, right? Maybe some Jolt Cola?" Ah, well. You can only be young once, but you can be dorky your whole life through.
I miss college. But mostly I miss the part where the first thing that you have to do in the morning starts at 11 a.m. and even that is sort of optional unless it's test day. Maybe one day I will become independently wealthy and not have to come to work anymore. And then I can stay up all night and screw around, and sleep all day. Today, though, is not that day.
triadruid and I were huddled in my bedroom around my little space heater, working on background for our upcoming D&D campaign (in case you were not yet aware that we are vast dorks, let it be so noted at this time). kittenpants came down to show off her clever new painting gloves which she has made out of recycled socks. (Did I mention it gets really damned cold at EHQ sometimes?) She was admiring my new bookcase (all the books have shelves now!) and remarking that my room hardly looked like it belonged in a college dorm at all anymore. And then, she looks over at us and our books and dice and pencils and says, "Well... except for you guys camped out on the bed with your D&D books." And I'm thinking, "I could go get some beer, that would help, right? Maybe some Jolt Cola?" Ah, well. You can only be young once, but you can be dorky your whole life through.
I miss college. But mostly I miss the part where the first thing that you have to do in the morning starts at 11 a.m. and even that is sort of optional unless it's test day. Maybe one day I will become independently wealthy and not have to come to work anymore. And then I can stay up all night and screw around, and sleep all day. Today, though, is not that day.
