procrastination is a tempting fellow...
Y'know those days where everything you read just looks like words on a page in a random order? That's what all of my sociology readings look like right now. Just can't get through it. So here I am, updating a livejournal, attempting to rekindle my long since extinguished ability to read and write.
I hope I'm not getting sick. I feel like I might be. My head hurts, but that could be from a) not drinking green tea today, or b) drinking alcohol last night--a rare occurrence with which my body does not remember how to cope. My stomach is bothering me as well, but that could be from a) eating weird sushi last night, b) once again, the alcohol, or even c) that time o' the month. Or I'm just getting sick. It's a shame--I really wanted to finish my reading, visit Karpatey, and meet up with Ryan. Alas, I am unable to keep my eyes open for the reading, I can't bring myself to go outside to Karpatey because I might fall over on the way, and Ryan just landed from a red-eye from Argentina and is feeling about as energetic as I am. So here I sit. Alone. Surrounded by the smell of flounder.
So I've done my fair share of hoping for a wonderful man to enter my life. However, I forgot to be specific. The result of this omittance of important detail is the appearance of two wonderful men in my life. One of them is gay. And he makes me amazing crepes for 60 cents, which thrills me to no end. Now I've finally met a wonderful straight man with whom I click enormously well. We have an amazing time together and thoroughly enjoy each other's company. Naturally, he lives in Australia. My luck is shit.
By the way, Melissa is cooking right now. That's why I'm surrounded by the smell of flounder. In case you were concerned.
I get to see Adi tomorrow! And then Todd on Friday (and this time, not just for cheap crepes)! Yaaaay!!
Quote of the day:
Me: Didn't anyone tell you it's rude to slap a girl?
Danny: I didn't slap you. I caressed you. Very efficiently.
I hope I'm not getting sick. I feel like I might be. My head hurts, but that could be from a) not drinking green tea today, or b) drinking alcohol last night--a rare occurrence with which my body does not remember how to cope. My stomach is bothering me as well, but that could be from a) eating weird sushi last night, b) once again, the alcohol, or even c) that time o' the month. Or I'm just getting sick. It's a shame--I really wanted to finish my reading, visit Karpatey, and meet up with Ryan. Alas, I am unable to keep my eyes open for the reading, I can't bring myself to go outside to Karpatey because I might fall over on the way, and Ryan just landed from a red-eye from Argentina and is feeling about as energetic as I am. So here I sit. Alone. Surrounded by the smell of flounder.
So I've done my fair share of hoping for a wonderful man to enter my life. However, I forgot to be specific. The result of this omittance of important detail is the appearance of two wonderful men in my life. One of them is gay. And he makes me amazing crepes for 60 cents, which thrills me to no end. Now I've finally met a wonderful straight man with whom I click enormously well. We have an amazing time together and thoroughly enjoy each other's company. Naturally, he lives in Australia. My luck is shit.
By the way, Melissa is cooking right now. That's why I'm surrounded by the smell of flounder. In case you were concerned.
I get to see Adi tomorrow! And then Todd on Friday (and this time, not just for cheap crepes)! Yaaaay!!
Quote of the day:
Me: Didn't anyone tell you it's rude to slap a girl?
Danny: I didn't slap you. I caressed you. Very efficiently.