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i'm SO good at wasting time. hee!
late to class today. la, la, la. i wonder where my planner is?
late to class today. la, la, la. i wonder where my planner is?
2002-04-22
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it's so cold and wet and yick. if it snows i'm going to be indescribably pissed. even the squirrels are subdued! and my fingers are all pruny, have been all morning, and the skin is peeling off of them and they huuuuuuuuuuurt.
my favorite sweatshirt is also not allowed to shrink. it must stay large and snuggly and blanketlike.
i sound complaining, but now that i'm warm and dry i'm actually quite pleased. and i prepare to go to (duh duh duh) LUNCH! *runs away*
my favorite sweatshirt is also not allowed to shrink. it must stay large and snuggly and blanketlike.
i sound complaining, but now that i'm warm and dry i'm actually quite pleased. and i prepare to go to (duh duh duh) LUNCH! *runs away*
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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.
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.
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ummmmmmmmm. goooooooooooood day. reading qui/obi, which has got to be the most inherently mushy pairing in the history of the universe. (HAhahahaha.) this is instead of sociolinguistics, natch. ahaaaa. only one paper before the end of the semester in each of the classes that i'd initially thought would necessitate four--ahhhhh, the joys of being a pampered and spoiled whatever i am. oh, right. princess, of course.