cimorene

so it was supposed to snow today--at least it didn't do that. it turned out was too lazy to don hiking boots and for my trouble had to wade through wet grass in my felt birkenstocks, utterly soaking the toes. and i'd thought i would get back an essay today but no such luck. another greek quiz on wednesday, too, although now thank god we're FINALLY learning the direct style (as opposed to formal) in japanese. appointments at 5:30 pm, in other news, are eeeeeeeeeeeevil.

i stayed up until 1:30 (partly doing laundry, but mostly writing) last night. then i spent three hours this afternoon re-writing, etc, and now i find myself stuck without beta or even readers. i've also been easily irritated lately and i had to have tortellini soup for lunch withOUT the proper pieces of tomatos and spice. (stupid chefs.)

i'm really just spamming, aren't i. la la. don't you hate it when your roommate brings in her platonic friends to snuggle with on the couch and talk about Feelings and her Snuggly Fiancee? and how she's not the kind of person who can just turn off feelings. which i'll grant her. she's marvelously affectionate. and i don't really care to listen to their conversation, and i'm not paying much attention to it, but i just don't like having strangers in the room. especially ones with cologne. i think i'm allergic to perfume. now the futon is going to smell. bitch, bitch.

someone come entertain meeeeeeeeee.