(no subject)
So bloody tired. My brain has gone on strike after the beating I put it through last week. Stupid chem. Stupid stupid chem. How I wish to flush it all away and refill it with even more pointless biology. *flush*
Didn't work.
I keep having long, epic dreams that disrupt my sleep. I died twice last night. In one, me and several other had been taken hostage and were supposed to kill ourselves. They gave is guns and everyone else shot themselves no problem, but I started to panic. One of the hostage takers, an Italian (who was really hot, but I wasn't in much of a position to notice) gently helped me. Er, yeah. The second one I was dead except not through most of it... it was an alternate universe where everything around us went as dismally as possible. Bah. Stupid brain.
Work today was bizay. One of the girls in Ladies' Wear phoned in sick, so I was by myself the entire day while poor Liz ran around and tried to help everyone at once. Sosososo glad not to be in a managerial position. I actually had a dream that I had Liz's job once (more of a nightmare, really *twitch*). Kurt seems to enjoy bantering with me a little too much. Odd, odd boy. And the Hawt Security Guy is the laziest guy I know. Someone found a wallet outside, so I phoned him and he said to page the name on the debit card. So he stands at my desk, leaning casually while I attempt to stem the ever-flowing line of women with cheap shoes, saying he doesn't do pages. *shakes tiny fist*
Blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, I don't want to do aaanything anymore. Four more exams *moans*. Okay, I'll sequester myself in my room with my bio text, the biggest water bottle I can find, and Wayne. *attacks him*
Oh, wait. One more thing. *deep breath*
WE BEAT BLOODY NEWCASTLE THIS MORNING 4-1 AND BEAUTIFUL RUUDY SCORED TWICE AND NOW WE PLAY ARSENAL IN THE FA CUP FINAL AND IT'S GOING TO BE THE MOST BLOODY TENSE THING EVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR.
*coughcough* Okay, now I'll go. *beams*
Didn't work.
I keep having long, epic dreams that disrupt my sleep. I died twice last night. In one, me and several other had been taken hostage and were supposed to kill ourselves. They gave is guns and everyone else shot themselves no problem, but I started to panic. One of the hostage takers, an Italian (who was really hot, but I wasn't in much of a position to notice) gently helped me. Er, yeah. The second one I was dead except not through most of it... it was an alternate universe where everything around us went as dismally as possible. Bah. Stupid brain.
Work today was bizay. One of the girls in Ladies' Wear phoned in sick, so I was by myself the entire day while poor Liz ran around and tried to help everyone at once. Sosososo glad not to be in a managerial position. I actually had a dream that I had Liz's job once (more of a nightmare, really *twitch*). Kurt seems to enjoy bantering with me a little too much. Odd, odd boy. And the Hawt Security Guy is the laziest guy I know. Someone found a wallet outside, so I phoned him and he said to page the name on the debit card. So he stands at my desk, leaning casually while I attempt to stem the ever-flowing line of women with cheap shoes, saying he doesn't do pages. *shakes tiny fist*
Blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, I don't want to do aaanything anymore. Four more exams *moans*. Okay, I'll sequester myself in my room with my bio text, the biggest water bottle I can find, and Wayne. *attacks him*
Oh, wait. One more thing. *deep breath*
WE BEAT BLOODY NEWCASTLE THIS MORNING 4-1 AND BEAUTIFUL RUUDY SCORED TWICE AND NOW WE PLAY ARSENAL IN THE FA CUP FINAL AND IT'S GOING TO BE THE MOST BLOODY TENSE THING EVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR.
*coughcough* Okay, now I'll go. *beams*