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Oooh. Hot. It's hot here. And not in the good way, either. It's a really bad sweaty gross kind of hot that makes me feel really, really ill all of the time, and make me want to pinch the bridge of my nose and sigh and shake my head, as if to say, WTFHOT? Also, three of my students do not turn on the AC. Ever. They have it; they just don't ever it. Defying reason? What? It's the hottest month of the year? Oh well. At least it's Saturday now and I don't have to do anything but bask in the freezing cold provided by my AC, fan and constant state of nudity (summer is, after all, for the naked) and contemplate the fact that it seems that I am now a Theatre and English major. (Maybe.)
Yesterday I met up with Nava at lunch and we did Weisman. Weisman is a very long street that has a rare abundance of cheap and useless things, and also cheap and pretty useful things, like shoes and shirts. I got:
ONE gold necklace with hearts. HEARTS! That's right.
TWO Pairs of fuzzy flip-flops. One for Maya, blue with a stuffed smiling heart where the straps of the flip-flop meet; one for me, red with a teddy bear.
ONE Pair of oddly cheap beaded slippers in black;
TWO Tops (one green, one blue!);
ONE Plastic pencil box with a cat and a dog on it (what? FOR SCHOOL!)
Everything combined cost less than my lunch, I swear (it was a really good sandwich, for which I am now paying with excruciating pain, kthx). And the beaded slippers are really nice. Then I hung out with Maya. That's how hard I rock, that my Fridays are this willlld. (4 Ls.) Insert me licking my finger and then placing it on my ass. Tsss, baby. Feel it sizzle. Okay, I'll stop now. (Really though, I honestly think if I tried that now I'd actually sizzle. Truly. BAKING ON THE INSIDE! Stick a toothpick in me. No, literally. Mmm. Moist.)
I have to go get a stomach CT scan on Monday. Anyone done it? How bad is it? I'm nervous. Stupid stomach. I kick you metaphorically.
Yesterday I met up with Nava at lunch and we did Weisman. Weisman is a very long street that has a rare abundance of cheap and useless things, and also cheap and pretty useful things, like shoes and shirts. I got:
ONE gold necklace with hearts. HEARTS! That's right.
TWO Pairs of fuzzy flip-flops. One for Maya, blue with a stuffed smiling heart where the straps of the flip-flop meet; one for me, red with a teddy bear.
ONE Pair of oddly cheap beaded slippers in black;
TWO Tops (one green, one blue!);
ONE Plastic pencil box with a cat and a dog on it (what? FOR SCHOOL!)
Everything combined cost less than my lunch, I swear (it was a really good sandwich, for which I am now paying with excruciating pain, kthx). And the beaded slippers are really nice. Then I hung out with Maya. That's how hard I rock, that my Fridays are this willlld. (4 Ls.) Insert me licking my finger and then placing it on my ass. Tsss, baby. Feel it sizzle. Okay, I'll stop now. (Really though, I honestly think if I tried that now I'd actually sizzle. Truly. BAKING ON THE INSIDE! Stick a toothpick in me. No, literally. Mmm. Moist.)
I have to go get a stomach CT scan on Monday. Anyone done it? How bad is it? I'm nervous. Stupid stomach. I kick you metaphorically.