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Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan oh man.
I'm jittery from lack of sleep and extra large cappuccino, which, in retrospect, was a REALLY STUPID idea. It made Anatphys kind of surreal and Biochem into a mass of rage toward the most useless prof ever. *cries* Come back, Scott, come back! I don't care if you don't know anything about lipids, at least you aren't a patronizing old man who explains that different heads = different compounds a bajillion times in one lecture! I was going to buy him a gift certificate to Tim's for his birthday (because I am el suck up but also because he's the best prof evAR), but I didn't have time. Boourns. Maybe for Christmas, as he's having tutorials... *plotplotplot*
Work this weekend broke my brain and caused a very uncomfortable callus to develop on my right hand. Bloody scatch & save. If I didn't have such wonderful luck with you, I'd banish you. Maybe when Tina is pope. Many things will happen when Tina is pope. I still have to convince her that scoop necks are not evil, but I think it's a lost cause. The two four hour shifts that I worked felt like twenty and culminated in an incredible bitch fight between two customers, one of which turned around and started screaming at me and sent me into hysterics to the point where I fled to the stock room despite the enormous line up to calm myself down. But my dear, lovely customers after her were all terribly sympathetic and cooed over me, so it worked out. I don't even think Lindsy noticed, but she's not the most observant of creatures. Plus her line up was even longer than mine. There's nothing quite like retail at Christmas. But aside from that one awful incident, I didn't have any bitchy customers, which is pretty amazing. People can get so stupid over little things. The entire fight was over one woman 'budging' in line. Um, I haven't argued about that since grade one. Admittedly, I did slap the kid who tried to budge in front of me (true story!), but I was seven. The woman who did most of the screaming had her daughter with her, who stayed behind momentarily and apologized profusely. Gah. Okay, no more dwelling on that.
Last night was spent on my mini-poster for my Micro lab. It actually went faster than the stupid lab report (about which I'm still bitter and have to rant/sob to my dear coordinator Adrienne) owing to the much smaller space, butbutbut it sucked. We were supposed to use Powerpoint, but I don't have it, and OpenOffice which is normally so shiny decided to be a bitch and wouldn't let me paste text. So I had a small fit and didn't eat anything all night, but it's done. And I stole diagrams and made a craptacular graph and contemplated making a watermark out of Wayne (it was a report on contamination of chicken, so I thought it would be appropriate...) but couldn't figure out how. Um, yeah. I rule. A lot.
I composed a minorly hysterical entry in my head on the way to school (dashed out of the house and made it all the way to the bus stop before realizing I didn't have my bus pass) mainly consisting of a demented conversation between me and my brain, which was urging me to skip all my classes and write really bad football fic, but I won't subject you to it. Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Uruguay just lost on penalties to Australia. No World Cup for them. I am in deep sorrow. Poor, poor boy. They lost him, Recoba and Montero through injury. *hugs them all* It's not fair. They beat Argentina, arguably the best team in the world right now (yes, I know Brazil are the current champions, but Argentina stomped all over them in the qualifiers), and now they won't make it due to injuries. Sometimes I hate football. Bah.
But. Shall have a good day anyway. Shall read Mayafic and go to Micro and squee over the cuteness that is Vladimir and eat and then sleep. A lot. Love.
I'm jittery from lack of sleep and extra large cappuccino, which, in retrospect, was a REALLY STUPID idea. It made Anatphys kind of surreal and Biochem into a mass of rage toward the most useless prof ever. *cries* Come back, Scott, come back! I don't care if you don't know anything about lipids, at least you aren't a patronizing old man who explains that different heads = different compounds a bajillion times in one lecture! I was going to buy him a gift certificate to Tim's for his birthday (because I am el suck up but also because he's the best prof evAR), but I didn't have time. Boourns. Maybe for Christmas, as he's having tutorials... *plotplotplot*
Work this weekend broke my brain and caused a very uncomfortable callus to develop on my right hand. Bloody scatch & save. If I didn't have such wonderful luck with you, I'd banish you. Maybe when Tina is pope. Many things will happen when Tina is pope. I still have to convince her that scoop necks are not evil, but I think it's a lost cause. The two four hour shifts that I worked felt like twenty and culminated in an incredible bitch fight between two customers, one of which turned around and started screaming at me and sent me into hysterics to the point where I fled to the stock room despite the enormous line up to calm myself down. But my dear, lovely customers after her were all terribly sympathetic and cooed over me, so it worked out. I don't even think Lindsy noticed, but she's not the most observant of creatures. Plus her line up was even longer than mine. There's nothing quite like retail at Christmas. But aside from that one awful incident, I didn't have any bitchy customers, which is pretty amazing. People can get so stupid over little things. The entire fight was over one woman 'budging' in line. Um, I haven't argued about that since grade one. Admittedly, I did slap the kid who tried to budge in front of me (true story!), but I was seven. The woman who did most of the screaming had her daughter with her, who stayed behind momentarily and apologized profusely. Gah. Okay, no more dwelling on that.
Last night was spent on my mini-poster for my Micro lab. It actually went faster than the stupid lab report (about which I'm still bitter and have to rant/sob to my dear coordinator Adrienne) owing to the much smaller space, butbutbut it sucked. We were supposed to use Powerpoint, but I don't have it, and OpenOffice which is normally so shiny decided to be a bitch and wouldn't let me paste text. So I had a small fit and didn't eat anything all night, but it's done. And I stole diagrams and made a craptacular graph and contemplated making a watermark out of Wayne (it was a report on contamination of chicken, so I thought it would be appropriate...) but couldn't figure out how. Um, yeah. I rule. A lot.
I composed a minorly hysterical entry in my head on the way to school (dashed out of the house and made it all the way to the bus stop before realizing I didn't have my bus pass) mainly consisting of a demented conversation between me and my brain, which was urging me to skip all my classes and write really bad football fic, but I won't subject you to it. Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Uruguay just lost on penalties to Australia. No World Cup for them. I am in deep sorrow. Poor, poor boy. They lost him, Recoba and Montero through injury. *hugs them all* It's not fair. They beat Argentina, arguably the best team in the world right now (yes, I know Brazil are the current champions, but Argentina stomped all over them in the qualifiers), and now they won't make it due to injuries. Sometimes I hate football. Bah.
But. Shall have a good day anyway. Shall read Mayafic and go to Micro and squee over the cuteness that is Vladimir and eat and then sleep. A lot. Love.