life is good. it is.

even though sometimes you go to bed late with your stomach upset, and then get up early...

i shouldn't complain. ::yawns hugely::

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the fucking window was open in my writing class yesterday! i stripped out of my overgarments, then promptly put the gloves and scarf back on. 'i notice our student from alabama is wearing gloves and a scarf,' said the professor. 'i bet you were delighted to wake up and discover that it had snowed.'

'...yeah,' i said.

actually, it didn't snow again, at least. so... uh... that's something. i suppose. brilliant, and now my journal isn't loading. well, i'm technically supposed to be taking a japanese test today anyway. once my eyes open all the way i could study. has it occurred to anyone else that sleep is really important lately? mrf. want. to. sleep. more. but i promised sensei i'd go to the 9:00 am class today. i'd also like to point out, just for the record, that having a toilet in perfect working order in a dorm is a good idea and that i don't know what the fuck they were thinking. the janitor had just better come today (yawn) and fix ours, which has been making ominous 'soon to be broken' noises for weeks and finally gave in to the impulse for good.

meanwhile, who broke the internet in the middle of the night?

southpaw526, no good news?

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i can't study for japanese right now. cause that would mean... admitting that i have work to do. ::drinks mint tea::

come baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack.

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my web browser IS NOT set to disable cookies!

motherFUCKING jesus christ on a tricycle.

more letters to entities who don't give a shit.

dear thursday,

i don't understand what i ever did to you to make you hate me so, but since you show me no mercy, i'm forced to the point of either:

a) conceding defeat, curling up in bed, crying hysterically, skipping things, etc

or

b) hating you back.

thursday, it's sad that it's come to this. the least i feel you could have done for me would have been some kind of warning. not a lot of detail, just the fact that every thursday from several months ago until the end of time, i'm required to feel like shit, and important people are required to be mysteriously absent.

the least you could do is not break the toilet. if the janitor doesn't come today, it's on your head.

sincerely,
cimj

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uhoh, she's dead. ::pokes self:: eyes are no longer focusing on the screen! eeeep! someone, help us!

::mope::

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sex is good.

i can't speak from experience, unfortunately, but i mean, in a philosophical, meaning of the universe way. yay sex!

XD

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two workers, one slacker and six hands short in the dishroom today meant total chaos and i'm tired. however, i still did all of the studying for my japanese test in those four hours and have a fairly good idea that sensei couldn't tell the depth of my perfidy. it was a hard chapter. normally it'd never take me more than fifteen or twenty minutes to study up on one. ;)

THREE OUT OF THREE FANDOM QUEENS...

do not hang tassels from their nipples.

keep that in mind, kids!

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i like to talk about absolutely everything.

i think i get this from my dad. my mom hates it, which leads to some pretty entertaining conversations ending in 'i'm just trying to find out what you want!' ::sound of door slamming::

i'm so tired.

and look at this river of spilt milk. it's pathetic. ::cries over it:: carpe diem!

sometimes i am stupid, and very rarely my stomach has a valid point to make.

::loves the logic 'i ate a bunch of meals yesterday, like FOUR. so one today is enough. and besides, i can eat tomorrow' so fucking much she can't even explain.::