um, sure whatev, I guess sooo
why yes, yes I am pulling out a christmas-y icon in February. I dunna care...(that is said in a Scottish accent, why surprisingly enough I can do quite well)
I can do odd accents quite well. Also non-irritating high pitched sounds. Like Achmed the dead terrorist when Jeff says he's dead and he's like what? Only he says it in a funny as hell higher pitched tone.
But anyway, enough with the oddity that is me. (haha it rhymess! I am so, SO sad - haha)
So as I only got FIVE hours of schlepen time last night, I totally crashed at 6ish and so I crawled into bed (more like took a flying leap as my mattress is at waist level - not hip level, WAIST. tres high) and called mum, giving her the order to call me in an hour and make sure I get up.
She failed.
I got up at about 9:45pm and not only was I sweating like a whore in church, but my face was also in a puddle of drool. FABULOUS
Now my eyes sting and my throat hurts.
But I feel sooo proud of myself. I actually got up and went to comparative politics at 9:30am (a class of which I'd rather mud wrestle with a scorpion, then attend). I knew I had to, so as to get my study guide for the exam I am sure to fair in two dayss! Yaaayyyy
Then I skipped intro to edu so I could catch up on my philosophy homework. I love/hate going to that class. Love it because he's hilarious, hate it because he randomly calls on people and I would prefer a life of anonymity. (btw I totally just spelled that word as anonyminity - tch I'm dumbbb - I also had to look it up so I can pronounce it correctly. I seem to pronounce words WRONG sometimes...like glower and blatant (glow-er and blat-tant) and as for the look when you read of my stupidity, I kindly point to my icon)
But anyway, I'm boreddd, so I must search for something to do. Fugh.
BUT I'M GOING TO THE KEYS THIS WEEKEND. wahahahahahaha. with Kami and Darcy. Please god, let their be no tension. I have an essay due in a week which I have a) yet to start b) no idea HOW to start it and c) I don't even have that book I need.
ahhhhhhh, I love my life....
anyway off to do...something completely UNproductive.
I can do odd accents quite well. Also non-irritating high pitched sounds. Like Achmed the dead terrorist when Jeff says he's dead and he's like what? Only he says it in a funny as hell higher pitched tone.
But anyway, enough with the oddity that is me. (haha it rhymess! I am so, SO sad - haha)
So as I only got FIVE hours of schlepen time last night, I totally crashed at 6ish and so I crawled into bed (more like took a flying leap as my mattress is at waist level - not hip level, WAIST. tres high) and called mum, giving her the order to call me in an hour and make sure I get up.
She failed.
I got up at about 9:45pm and not only was I sweating like a whore in church, but my face was also in a puddle of drool. FABULOUS
Now my eyes sting and my throat hurts.
But I feel sooo proud of myself. I actually got up and went to comparative politics at 9:30am (a class of which I'd rather mud wrestle with a scorpion, then attend). I knew I had to, so as to get my study guide for the exam I am sure to fair in two dayss! Yaaayyyy
Then I skipped intro to edu so I could catch up on my philosophy homework. I love/hate going to that class. Love it because he's hilarious, hate it because he randomly calls on people and I would prefer a life of anonymity. (btw I totally just spelled that word as anonyminity - tch I'm dumbbb - I also had to look it up so I can pronounce it correctly. I seem to pronounce words WRONG sometimes...like glower and blatant (glow-er and blat-tant) and as for the look when you read of my stupidity, I kindly point to my icon)
But anyway, I'm boreddd, so I must search for something to do. Fugh.
BUT I'M GOING TO THE KEYS THIS WEEKEND. wahahahahahaha. with Kami and Darcy. Please god, let their be no tension. I have an essay due in a week which I have a) yet to start b) no idea HOW to start it and c) I don't even have that book I need.
ahhhhhhh, I love my life....
anyway off to do...something completely UNproductive.