I wonder what's for lunch today.
I have two things I need to do: tomorrow I have to meet with Taranee and Van for our project, and sometime this weekend I have to schedule an appointment with Professor Layne. Ideally, I should be working on that right now, but instead I feel too lazy. Huh. I found out yesterday that I hadn't failed my Lifetime Wellness midterm exam after all, which is excellent. I got a 90% on it. This morning I found out that I *technically* hadn't failed my History midterm exam. Not that a 67% is very reassuring. If I was the bitter sort, I'd say it was because I didn't really study as I should have, since Laura bailed on studying with me at the very last minute. Since I *am* the bitter sort, that's exactly what I'm saying. Dammit. Maybe I wouldn't have paid attention to the material anyway, but I couldn't have done much worse. Whine whine whine, bitch bitch bitch.
In other news, I have only now realized the depths of my folly in agreeing to do the drag show thing for GSA. I'm going to be a Vietnamese prostitute... schoolgirl. Amy is the Japanese businessman. Heh. She and Kathleen are amusing themselves by arranging a costume which is matched in it's sluttiness only by it's uncomfortableness. Pantyhose, skirt, bustier, high heels, black panties... gah. And I have to shave my legs and armpits, and that will hurt. And the tightness of the top has only made me painfully aware that I am developing a bit of a tummy. Damn you, Caf! I was skinny once! I need to watch my weight, seriously. There's my October Resolution: No more getting more than three slices of pizza at a single meal! In the Caf, I mean. Delivery is different, that's a special occasion. But pizza from the Caf must no longer be excessive! And- oooo. Alfredo sauce today. Mmmm. I'm gonna have to get me a nice, big bowl of angel hair pasta and alfredo sauce. Yeah, that's a *lot* more healthy than pizza.
In other news, I have only now realized the depths of my folly in agreeing to do the drag show thing for GSA. I'm going to be a Vietnamese prostitute... schoolgirl. Amy is the Japanese businessman. Heh. She and Kathleen are amusing themselves by arranging a costume which is matched in it's sluttiness only by it's uncomfortableness. Pantyhose, skirt, bustier, high heels, black panties... gah. And I have to shave my legs and armpits, and that will hurt. And the tightness of the top has only made me painfully aware that I am developing a bit of a tummy. Damn you, Caf! I was skinny once! I need to watch my weight, seriously. There's my October Resolution: No more getting more than three slices of pizza at a single meal! In the Caf, I mean. Delivery is different, that's a special occasion. But pizza from the Caf must no longer be excessive! And- oooo. Alfredo sauce today. Mmmm. I'm gonna have to get me a nice, big bowl of angel hair pasta and alfredo sauce. Yeah, that's a *lot* more healthy than pizza.