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So here I sit changing book records.
Just had some great pizza so at least my innards are warm . . . my hands though . . . very cold.
Speaking of cold, outside it's a blustery cold day. Mum says she wishes she were at home.
I read over my assignments for Friday and Monday. heh. Heh heh. I'm amused. As I explained to Theresa 'bout my classes I realized I know a lot about library science. Man, I'm such a dork!
In KoL news, I only have to beat up a giant barrrancle and the Naughty Sorceress (One wonders if she's actually just misunderstood?) three times and presto! Ascention! WOOO!
I only need five more familiars to have all of the familiars one can have without any Mr. Accessories. YAY!
brrr.
So here's a tale for you all!
I was at Wal-Mart and got the film Constantine and as I was checking out, the machine popped up "Purchaser must be 17 years of age." The cashier stopped and looked at the message, then looked at me.
"How old are you?"
"Uh, just slightly 23."
The woman frowned. "You don't look 17."
heh.
Then the other night at the local grocery store, the cashier handed me our bag and said, "Here ya go, kiddo."
And it's like . . . I'm not that much younger than her. hmm.
Just had some great pizza so at least my innards are warm . . . my hands though . . . very cold.
Speaking of cold, outside it's a blustery cold day. Mum says she wishes she were at home.
I read over my assignments for Friday and Monday. heh. Heh heh. I'm amused. As I explained to Theresa 'bout my classes I realized I know a lot about library science. Man, I'm such a dork!
In KoL news, I only have to beat up a giant barrrancle and the Naughty Sorceress (One wonders if she's actually just misunderstood?) three times and presto! Ascention! WOOO!
I only need five more familiars to have all of the familiars one can have without any Mr. Accessories. YAY!
brrr.
So here's a tale for you all!
I was at Wal-Mart and got the film Constantine and as I was checking out, the machine popped up "Purchaser must be 17 years of age." The cashier stopped and looked at the message, then looked at me.
"How old are you?"
"Uh, just slightly 23."
The woman frowned. "You don't look 17."
heh.
Then the other night at the local grocery store, the cashier handed me our bag and said, "Here ya go, kiddo."
And it's like . . . I'm not that much younger than her. hmm.