Apr 17, 2005 20:28
Just got a piece of glass stuck in my foot. Hurts like a mofu (heh, Maeve). As mother is not here to tell me the whereabouts of the band-aids, I'm making do with paper towel and occasionally whimpering "fuck!" every now and then.
I haven't done any homework, just finished the piece for the writing camp. Predictably, Nikki is in Florida without internet, so I have to send it off without her having read it. I am reluctant to do this, as Nikki ALWAYS preveiws my important writing, and vice versa. It's not good to mess with the system. Bad things happen.
The story isn't as good as I'd like it to be, but it could only be ten pages, so really, what do they expect?
If I don't get in, I'm going to become a nun. This is a threat to god. God knows what will happen if I become a nun. The apocolypse, most likely, or some other major natural disaster. Or nuclear war. He is going to get me into this thing, because he does NOT want me becoming a nun. HEAR THAT, BIG GUY? I AM TOTALLY MAKING THE POPE A JEW IF YOU DON'T GET ME INTO THIS CAMP! We have an understanding. God and I, we are like THIS. *twists middle and forefinger*. Which could be taken sexually. But was not intended that way.