Wordiness and other small things

So, I realized something the other day: when I get tired, I get wordy. At least, I do when writing. Usually, my writing is rather like unto my normal speaking voice. But when I get tired, I tend to write in more of the large words that I have grown accustomed to removing from daily speech because of years of being misunderstood (no offense to you, I just had some dumb friends growing up). So, yeah, that's what I was going to say about that.

Also, I'm kinda upset that the lining up system for the SDSU game was so improvised. I would have liked a seat, but it feels rather unlikely at this point. And, by rather unlikely, I mean it would take a bit of a miracle. Maybe thirty people falling down the stairs at the same time or something. I don't hope that happens. But I do hope something else happens. That, preferably, doesn't leave anyone seriously maimed.

In conclusion, I was seriously let down today when someone else in my apartment received a piece of mail in a regular letter envelope, since it's been a month now since last hearing from a certain special someone. Well.