Quilla the Te.
Another day you would love to hear about. Got your hopes up? Good, it was a very uneventful October the 13th, so HA! I screwed you over.
Let's see... I took a cognitive test, and damnit if I still had problems with a few of the questions. I made like a zillion of note cards, prepped for like two weeks, no exaggeration, and I still was was stumped.
I wore a sweater today; the weather shocked me with a pretty decent chill this morning, so I went inside and bundled up in a grey sweater that Blake gave me quite a while back. I looked like poo though, I have for a while now. Actually, probably more like brain matter, because brain matter is grey. Once I had to carry a human brain that was in formaldahyde across campus, on a rolling cart thingie. It sloshed and scared all the prissy little girls. MUAHAHHAAH
I did clean up the Taurus last night, put on the original wheel covers and restored it to granny car condition once again. I feel better in it though, nothing like a clean ride. It should be either a clean ride, or an extremely dirty one, but that gray area in between just isn't acceptable.
God, I talked to John for such a long time last night. We agonized, well, maybe just complained, about the Yankees and their sorry asses winning.
I am going to watch the Manchurian Candidate with Blake tonite I believe. Maybe Bryant, our friend from the coffee shop, will join us. mmmm.. I need a mint mocha right about now. LILLY, I DEMAND ONE! (God I miss this summer at Wired). Anyways, I need to go practice cello some more.
I am bummed out, so I bought pretty green margarita mixer for my forsaken tequilla in the fridge. Tonite should be lovely. In my mind at least.
Let's see... I took a cognitive test, and damnit if I still had problems with a few of the questions. I made like a zillion of note cards, prepped for like two weeks, no exaggeration, and I still was was stumped.
I wore a sweater today; the weather shocked me with a pretty decent chill this morning, so I went inside and bundled up in a grey sweater that Blake gave me quite a while back. I looked like poo though, I have for a while now. Actually, probably more like brain matter, because brain matter is grey. Once I had to carry a human brain that was in formaldahyde across campus, on a rolling cart thingie. It sloshed and scared all the prissy little girls. MUAHAHHAAH
I did clean up the Taurus last night, put on the original wheel covers and restored it to granny car condition once again. I feel better in it though, nothing like a clean ride. It should be either a clean ride, or an extremely dirty one, but that gray area in between just isn't acceptable.
God, I talked to John for such a long time last night. We agonized, well, maybe just complained, about the Yankees and their sorry asses winning.
I am going to watch the Manchurian Candidate with Blake tonite I believe. Maybe Bryant, our friend from the coffee shop, will join us. mmmm.. I need a mint mocha right about now. LILLY, I DEMAND ONE! (God I miss this summer at Wired). Anyways, I need to go practice cello some more.
I am bummed out, so I bought pretty green margarita mixer for my forsaken tequilla in the fridge. Tonite should be lovely. In my mind at least.