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It's probably not a good thing that I've started communicating with my parents using Post-its. We still talk, but I've switched over to Post-its, mainly.
Also, Dansko makes orthodic high heels. Which sounds really dorky. But they're actually quite attractive. And muchas more comfortable than regular high heels. And better for the ankles and the leggums.
Maya and I had the most surreal experience today while we were project researching at the UW. We're doing MRSA (I'm not typing out what it means. Listen to our presentation if you care that much) as our topic. So we had to go to the health sciences library. And when we tried to leave, ALL THE DOORS WERE LOCKED. mrg. So we had to go Labyrinth-style through the UW hospital and like, six floors and a maze that involved some sort of fire door. Then, we were walking down the hall to leave and we saw this guy wheeling a gurney around with this sheet pulled all the way over it. And Maya and I were like zomfgsheetpulledallthewayupbadsignmeansdeadbodyzomfgack. And we were staring at it all slack-jawed and horrified and Maya's dad was like "not a success story." Then, when we were driving back to Maya's house, WE SAW THE HEARSE WITH THE BODY IN IT. Very creepy.
Then Maya was like "OMG, dad, you're listening to quasi rap (which led to an argument about whether it's pronounced quasI or quasEE) and Maya's dad was like I have real rap preprogrammed into my radio stations thing." And Maya was like ::headshake::
Plus I had lots of driving misadventures trying to get from Northgate to Maya's. Not as fun when I don't have Ingrid in the car slash THE EXPRESS LANES WILL BE MY DOOM.
Sort of excited for Gresham and also very much not. Trying to decide whether to bring my MP3 player or my CD player. Kind of would rather not get my mp3 player jacked, so I'm leaning towards cheap-ass broke-down CD player and lots of CDs. Plus, then I don't have to bother loading hella tracks onto my mp3 player. The ride to Gresham is always hella fun. The actual competition is *meh* (How is B competing in a different division this year, anway? I thought they were 4A and a full orchestra. As is A. Are they competing in the same division?) and the bus ride home su-UCKS. So, we'll see.
omg, getting new LJ icons. HOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSE. CSI, you and I are done. FINISHED. I'm moving on. Get out!
I miss the good CSI. Now I have this crappy fucked-up CSI. *wail*
Oh, the problems with my manicness caused by staying up late.
Also, Dansko makes orthodic high heels. Which sounds really dorky. But they're actually quite attractive. And muchas more comfortable than regular high heels. And better for the ankles and the leggums.
Maya and I had the most surreal experience today while we were project researching at the UW. We're doing MRSA (I'm not typing out what it means. Listen to our presentation if you care that much) as our topic. So we had to go to the health sciences library. And when we tried to leave, ALL THE DOORS WERE LOCKED. mrg. So we had to go Labyrinth-style through the UW hospital and like, six floors and a maze that involved some sort of fire door. Then, we were walking down the hall to leave and we saw this guy wheeling a gurney around with this sheet pulled all the way over it. And Maya and I were like zomfgsheetpulledallthewayupbadsignmeansdeadbodyzomfgack. And we were staring at it all slack-jawed and horrified and Maya's dad was like "not a success story." Then, when we were driving back to Maya's house, WE SAW THE HEARSE WITH THE BODY IN IT. Very creepy.
Then Maya was like "OMG, dad, you're listening to quasi rap (which led to an argument about whether it's pronounced quasI or quasEE) and Maya's dad was like I have real rap preprogrammed into my radio stations thing." And Maya was like ::headshake::
Plus I had lots of driving misadventures trying to get from Northgate to Maya's. Not as fun when I don't have Ingrid in the car slash THE EXPRESS LANES WILL BE MY DOOM.
Sort of excited for Gresham and also very much not. Trying to decide whether to bring my MP3 player or my CD player. Kind of would rather not get my mp3 player jacked, so I'm leaning towards cheap-ass broke-down CD player and lots of CDs. Plus, then I don't have to bother loading hella tracks onto my mp3 player. The ride to Gresham is always hella fun. The actual competition is *meh* (How is B competing in a different division this year, anway? I thought they were 4A and a full orchestra. As is A. Are they competing in the same division?) and the bus ride home su-UCKS. So, we'll see.
omg, getting new LJ icons. HOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSE. CSI, you and I are done. FINISHED. I'm moving on. Get out!
I miss the good CSI. Now I have this crappy fucked-up CSI. *wail*
Oh, the problems with my manicness caused by staying up late.