It be party time!
NO MORE MIDTERMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I shall dance and celebrate and feast all night long. Or, y'know, until nine. Because I have to go to bed early. Because it's Super Saturday tomorrow. And I have the opening shift. At 6h45.
Someone tell me why I haven't quit yet.
I'm seriously thinking about it now. I'll talk to the parents about it and see. After I talk to someone in the department about working for grad students. Apparently they're always looking for Nutrition undergrads to be minions, which is something I highly enjoy. We shall see.
I watched Saved! this afternoon. I do <3 that movie. It shall never get old. I was going to watch Moon Child as well, as it was my present to myself several weeks ago, but I ran out of time. Boo. Maybe I shall watch it with el Smelly tomorrow. Or, y'know, copious amounts of Harvey Birdman. It's amazing how that show has pervaded our lives. And minorly frightening. *shrug*
Also, I completely screwed up the network and haven't a clue how to fix it. I hate computers. Why isn't Joe at least on the continent? Silly boy. And this non-optical mouse is driving me absolutely insane. I wish to carve it up and sacrifice it to any number of things. Must fix stupid network and go back to lovely computer downstairs in comfort of own room. What is it with me and randomly leaving out pronouns? Am smart. Teh smart. Er.
I have been drinking innumerable Shirley Temples lately. I place the blame entirely on my sister, whose bottle of grenadine syrup which I stole from her fridge when she went to Japan had the recipe on the back. We have since purchased another, much bigger bottle. And have gone through many bottles of Fresca. And much juice. At least my fluid intake is up, yes? Yes? I shall justify this addiction in any way I can think of. So there.
Lalalalaalalalala. I should write fic. Because I want to. And because I only have one more hour before I sleep. Le sigh. Smelly job. Smelly, I say.
I shall dance and celebrate and feast all night long. Or, y'know, until nine. Because I have to go to bed early. Because it's Super Saturday tomorrow. And I have the opening shift. At 6h45.
Someone tell me why I haven't quit yet.
I'm seriously thinking about it now. I'll talk to the parents about it and see. After I talk to someone in the department about working for grad students. Apparently they're always looking for Nutrition undergrads to be minions, which is something I highly enjoy. We shall see.
I watched Saved! this afternoon. I do <3 that movie. It shall never get old. I was going to watch Moon Child as well, as it was my present to myself several weeks ago, but I ran out of time. Boo. Maybe I shall watch it with el Smelly tomorrow. Or, y'know, copious amounts of Harvey Birdman. It's amazing how that show has pervaded our lives. And minorly frightening. *shrug*
Also, I completely screwed up the network and haven't a clue how to fix it. I hate computers. Why isn't Joe at least on the continent? Silly boy. And this non-optical mouse is driving me absolutely insane. I wish to carve it up and sacrifice it to any number of things. Must fix stupid network and go back to lovely computer downstairs in comfort of own room. What is it with me and randomly leaving out pronouns? Am smart. Teh smart. Er.
I have been drinking innumerable Shirley Temples lately. I place the blame entirely on my sister, whose bottle of grenadine syrup which I stole from her fridge when she went to Japan had the recipe on the back. We have since purchased another, much bigger bottle. And have gone through many bottles of Fresca. And much juice. At least my fluid intake is up, yes? Yes? I shall justify this addiction in any way I can think of. So there.
Lalalalaalalalala. I should write fic. Because I want to. And because I only have one more hour before I sleep. Le sigh. Smelly job. Smelly, I say.