Dom, Mars and Chickens!
Sooooo bored.
When I wrote that first line, I thought of a little thing in one of the M*A*S*H episodes... I forget the name, but... is her name Carly? Yeah, anyway, this "Carly" shows up at the 4077th and it turns out she's an old flame of Hawkeye's. Anyway, the beginning of the episode has Hawk and BJ bantering... as usual, and they're talking about being bored, and... well, it's much funnier if it's not trying to be described like this. *sigh* Seriously, it's great.
Um... hi. I should be at school. Am I? No. With permission, I might add. I would be watching a movie right now in AP. And I actually like doing that, too. What're watching today? This is Spinal Tap? At least I've seen it before. Of course, they could be watching something completely different. And when I say that, I don't mean the Monty Python: "And Now For Something Completely Different." I mean something different than what I said, different than Spinal Tap. *nods*
Anyway...
Y'know, clients are very nice. I really do like them. A LOT. Now I can preview my posts without having to post it and preview it and then go back and edit and curse livejournal for all it's worth.
Anyway... right now, I should also be writing my fucking chicken lab. Am I? Off and on, yes. I have tons of papers here at the computer. I have just under six hours until the paper's due. Think I'll make it? We hope so.
Mom wants me to go to school at lunch time for the last two periods. Which seems to me like a waste. I'll have lunch, Chamber Singers (it's just Pirates shtuffs, and really, I think I know the stuff pretty well) and Journalism, and we're done with most everything in that class. So... yeah. Complete waste.
I just have to go to school during the last period to give DeBorde the paper. So... that's what I'm hoping will happen.
So, as I do this, I'm being a bad person. I'm semi-writing the paper, but I'm also talking to Mars, downloading Dom clips (*swoons then recovers*), and... yeah, that's about it. Dom stuffs, Mars, and chickens.
*headdesk* Bad Lars... err, Laurdba... er, Laurda... Lethal Virus? Laurgasm? *cries* What the fuck's my name?!? Does anyone call me the right thing anymore? *turns to family* Yesh. Dad does. Other than that, it switches from chicken, Munchkin, and Shorty. *sigh* Actually, Mom calls me Laura as well. I haven't been her chicken all year, I believe. I've been too wrought with senioritis to be a good child. ;)
And now people would be in Wind Ensemble, putting together their instruments and making bloody loud, annoying noises that sound nothing like said instrument should. *sigh* I'm glad I'm not there.
Damn, I'm getting very little work done... sort of. Of course, I understand testosterone and all that happy shtuffs much better than I did when I first went to sleep, 'cause I found a paper DeBorde gave us earlier this semester about hormones and whatnot. It's actually very useful. I still won't get a good grade, though, 'cause I'm practically copying definitions straight from this paper. *screams* Damn.
Hah, when I get to school either this afternoon or tomorrow, Joel's gonna tell me that it was mean of me to leave him in Wind Ensemble all alone. Hah. You need to get used to it, dude.
Ah, dude, almost fell back in my chair. No fun.
Anyway, I'm going to stop procrastinating and try to get a substantial amount of stuffs written in the next half an hour or somethin'.
I don't think any of this makes sense.
Damn.
Well, have fun interpreting.
Buh-bye.
When I wrote that first line, I thought of a little thing in one of the M*A*S*H episodes... I forget the name, but... is her name Carly? Yeah, anyway, this "Carly" shows up at the 4077th and it turns out she's an old flame of Hawkeye's. Anyway, the beginning of the episode has Hawk and BJ bantering... as usual, and they're talking about being bored, and... well, it's much funnier if it's not trying to be described like this. *sigh* Seriously, it's great.
Um... hi. I should be at school. Am I? No. With permission, I might add. I would be watching a movie right now in AP. And I actually like doing that, too. What're watching today? This is Spinal Tap? At least I've seen it before. Of course, they could be watching something completely different. And when I say that, I don't mean the Monty Python: "And Now For Something Completely Different." I mean something different than what I said, different than Spinal Tap. *nods*
Anyway...
Y'know, clients are very nice. I really do like them. A LOT. Now I can preview my posts without having to post it and preview it and then go back and edit and curse livejournal for all it's worth.
Anyway... right now, I should also be writing my fucking chicken lab. Am I? Off and on, yes. I have tons of papers here at the computer. I have just under six hours until the paper's due. Think I'll make it? We hope so.
Mom wants me to go to school at lunch time for the last two periods. Which seems to me like a waste. I'll have lunch, Chamber Singers (it's just Pirates shtuffs, and really, I think I know the stuff pretty well) and Journalism, and we're done with most everything in that class. So... yeah. Complete waste.
I just have to go to school during the last period to give DeBorde the paper. So... that's what I'm hoping will happen.
So, as I do this, I'm being a bad person. I'm semi-writing the paper, but I'm also talking to Mars, downloading Dom clips (*swoons then recovers*), and... yeah, that's about it. Dom stuffs, Mars, and chickens.
*headdesk* Bad Lars... err, Laurdba... er, Laurda... Lethal Virus? Laurgasm? *cries* What the fuck's my name?!? Does anyone call me the right thing anymore? *turns to family* Yesh. Dad does. Other than that, it switches from chicken, Munchkin, and Shorty. *sigh* Actually, Mom calls me Laura as well. I haven't been her chicken all year, I believe. I've been too wrought with senioritis to be a good child. ;)
And now people would be in Wind Ensemble, putting together their instruments and making bloody loud, annoying noises that sound nothing like said instrument should. *sigh* I'm glad I'm not there.
Damn, I'm getting very little work done... sort of. Of course, I understand testosterone and all that happy shtuffs much better than I did when I first went to sleep, 'cause I found a paper DeBorde gave us earlier this semester about hormones and whatnot. It's actually very useful. I still won't get a good grade, though, 'cause I'm practically copying definitions straight from this paper. *screams* Damn.
Hah, when I get to school either this afternoon or tomorrow, Joel's gonna tell me that it was mean of me to leave him in Wind Ensemble all alone. Hah. You need to get used to it, dude.
Ah, dude, almost fell back in my chair. No fun.
Anyway, I'm going to stop procrastinating and try to get a substantial amount of stuffs written in the next half an hour or somethin'.
I don't think any of this makes sense.
Damn.
Well, have fun interpreting.
Buh-bye.