There's No "I" in Kiefer -- Oh, Wait.
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh. For Micro lab today, we have to fast for eight hours so we can drink a horrific glucose drink and stab ourselves multiple times to see how much our blood sugar spikes. Oh joy. I look forward to it mightily. I have a massive hunger headache, am very cold and very, very grumpy. Am listening to Fall Out Boy in attempt to make me feel better. But the headphones are very heavy and it is loud and it is not on my computer so I can't even turn the sound down. Told you I was grumpy.
Tried to distract myself with reading TWoP recaps of last year's 24 episodes. They are most amusing. But still, I was grumpy. Stats didn't help, either. The prof is very adorable, but she whirled through a bunch of examples that left my poor, hunger-addled brain spinning. I think I'm just going to keep complaining and do absolutely nothing for the next hour. I should probably attempt the first lab for Stats since I don't have Excel at home, but I don't have my manual and don't wanna. So there.
Cherith is tempting me with Bulk Cheese Warehouse and the promises of warm baguette with brie. She knows my weaknesses all to well. Then again, all I have to do is say 'sushi' and she is incapacitated. Ahahahahah. We have such a healthy relationship.
Sooooooooooooooooooooooo huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuungry. How did I do this last week? I suppose I did have a juice box. And maybe because I was doing it for my own reasons (stupid ones that they were) instead of a lab that I really, really don't want to go to. I considered emailing the prof and begging it off due to my common bad reactions to fasting blood tests etc, but I thought of it too late. Also I don't know who the actual lab instructor is. Rather, I know her as 'the woman who sits in the back of class sometimes and gave us free manuals'. Which isn't terribly useful in the communications department. And there was much rage.
I should really do something useful. Perhaps I shall attempt to find a topic for my crazy Life Cycle paper of doom. Possibly something on calcium supplements. Because I am lame. But instead, I'll spam you with Liverpudlians. I haven't mentioned football in many entries, you should be proud! mrs_isaacs loves me. So there.
Xabs. Looking manly and lovely.
CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Actual caption: "James Milner of Newcastle United is squashed by Momo Sissoko".
More delicious Xabs. He and Bunny are single-handedly (can it be single-handedly if it's two of them? whatever) responsible for me cheering Spain. And Nando Torres, to a degree. D'awww.
And s'more. Someone likes melodrama!
Bunny! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I am apparently incapable of coherent thought in regard to the Bunny. *pinches his cheeks*
"Liverpool's Jamie Carragher (C) and goalkeeper Jose Reina prevent Newcastle United's Shola Ameobi from scoring". They forgot to add "illegally" before prevent. Silly silly Jamie Carragher. Who may as well be Steve Finnan's identical twin. Scary, that.
...wow, Xabi. Just... wow. I like Reina too, but wow. I have an immense thing for international teammates playing on the same domestic team, so AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!
Flying Dirk!
Dirk and Bunny in the same photo. Le squee.
CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And s'more Xabs. Apparently I can't get enough.
Well, it kind of worked. Distracted for a short while from my dizzy head and stomach-attempting-to-digest-itself. Fabulous, that. I shall now behave and do some work. Promise. Even though I have fic to read. You're so mean to me.
Love!
Tried to distract myself with reading TWoP recaps of last year's 24 episodes. They are most amusing. But still, I was grumpy. Stats didn't help, either. The prof is very adorable, but she whirled through a bunch of examples that left my poor, hunger-addled brain spinning. I think I'm just going to keep complaining and do absolutely nothing for the next hour. I should probably attempt the first lab for Stats since I don't have Excel at home, but I don't have my manual and don't wanna. So there.
Cherith is tempting me with Bulk Cheese Warehouse and the promises of warm baguette with brie. She knows my weaknesses all to well. Then again, all I have to do is say 'sushi' and she is incapacitated. Ahahahahah. We have such a healthy relationship.
Sooooooooooooooooooooooo huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuungry. How did I do this last week? I suppose I did have a juice box. And maybe because I was doing it for my own reasons (stupid ones that they were) instead of a lab that I really, really don't want to go to. I considered emailing the prof and begging it off due to my common bad reactions to fasting blood tests etc, but I thought of it too late. Also I don't know who the actual lab instructor is. Rather, I know her as 'the woman who sits in the back of class sometimes and gave us free manuals'. Which isn't terribly useful in the communications department. And there was much rage.
I should really do something useful. Perhaps I shall attempt to find a topic for my crazy Life Cycle paper of doom. Possibly something on calcium supplements. Because I am lame. But instead, I'll spam you with Liverpudlians. I haven't mentioned football in many entries, you should be proud! mrs_isaacs loves me. So there.
Xabs. Looking manly and lovely.
CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Actual caption: "James Milner of Newcastle United is squashed by Momo Sissoko".
More delicious Xabs. He and Bunny are single-handedly (can it be single-handedly if it's two of them? whatever) responsible for me cheering Spain. And Nando Torres, to a degree. D'awww.
And s'more. Someone likes melodrama!
Bunny! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I am apparently incapable of coherent thought in regard to the Bunny. *pinches his cheeks*
"Liverpool's Jamie Carragher (C) and goalkeeper Jose Reina prevent Newcastle United's Shola Ameobi from scoring". They forgot to add "illegally" before prevent. Silly silly Jamie Carragher. Who may as well be Steve Finnan's identical twin. Scary, that.
...wow, Xabi. Just... wow. I like Reina too, but wow. I have an immense thing for international teammates playing on the same domestic team, so AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!
Flying Dirk!
Dirk and Bunny in the same photo. Le squee.
CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And s'more Xabs. Apparently I can't get enough.
Well, it kind of worked. Distracted for a short while from my dizzy head and stomach-attempting-to-digest-itself. Fabulous, that. I shall now behave and do some work. Promise. Even though I have fic to read. You're so mean to me.
Love!