Son of a Bitch. Plus, a meme.
I think I did okay on my calculus final. As long as I don't think about it anymore. I threw up four times today, just thinking about it. Oh Most Adorkable Person EVER, please grade my exam with mercy. I will honor you by helping spread the Love that is National High Five Day each and every year hence. *loves* *sigh* I got another squeeable giggle out of him when I turned it in.
Stolen from the lovely sheryden
The RULE: Once you are tagged you MUST write an entry about 6 weird habits/things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next six people to be tagged and list their names.
1. I play with my eyebrows. Just the ends of them, mind you, and therefore, they are somewhat hairless towards the outer edges of my face.
2. When I go to bed, I always have to first lay on my right side, curled up into a ball, with my left arm hugging my knees, and after no more than 5 minutes, and no less than 2, I turn over and lay on my stomach with my hands and arms tucked up under my chest and the pillow. If I don't do this ritual in this exact order, I can't get comfortable at all. The cats must experience as little disturbance as possible if they settle themselves in during the first few minutes.
3. I will avoid anything having to do with clowns, even if I end up looking like some sort of overly paranoid person. I take the long way across town whenever there's a goddamned carnival with those fucking things. I quit watching the movie The Devil's Rejects after the first half hour not because of the blatant rippping off of Quentin Tarantino's style of dialogue, nor because of the disgustingly glorified sexual violence, but because one of the main characters was a clown. In fact, he could have been just a passing character, and I would have stopped watching the movie.
4. I have to stop and pet every cat I see. Ask anyone who's had the succinct pleasure of walking somewhere with me.
5. I sometimes forget people can hear me when I'm talking to myself. The best part? When I'm cussing someone out as I'm driving and then realize my windows are down. Rock. On.
6. I cannot sit still. Some part of me always has to be moving, even if it's just me grinding my teeth. (Which reminds me...I need to find my mouth guard and start wearing it at night again. Heh, don't want that $352 to go for nothing.)
Whoever wants to be tagged, is.
Stolen from the lovely sheryden
The RULE: Once you are tagged you MUST write an entry about 6 weird habits/things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next six people to be tagged and list their names.
1. I play with my eyebrows. Just the ends of them, mind you, and therefore, they are somewhat hairless towards the outer edges of my face.
2. When I go to bed, I always have to first lay on my right side, curled up into a ball, with my left arm hugging my knees, and after no more than 5 minutes, and no less than 2, I turn over and lay on my stomach with my hands and arms tucked up under my chest and the pillow. If I don't do this ritual in this exact order, I can't get comfortable at all. The cats must experience as little disturbance as possible if they settle themselves in during the first few minutes.
3. I will avoid anything having to do with clowns, even if I end up looking like some sort of overly paranoid person. I take the long way across town whenever there's a goddamned carnival with those fucking things. I quit watching the movie The Devil's Rejects after the first half hour not because of the blatant rippping off of Quentin Tarantino's style of dialogue, nor because of the disgustingly glorified sexual violence, but because one of the main characters was a clown. In fact, he could have been just a passing character, and I would have stopped watching the movie.
4. I have to stop and pet every cat I see. Ask anyone who's had the succinct pleasure of walking somewhere with me.
5. I sometimes forget people can hear me when I'm talking to myself. The best part? When I'm cussing someone out as I'm driving and then realize my windows are down. Rock. On.
6. I cannot sit still. Some part of me always has to be moving, even if it's just me grinding my teeth. (Which reminds me...I need to find my mouth guard and start wearing it at night again. Heh, don't want that $352 to go for nothing.)
Whoever wants to be tagged, is.