Homocidal phantom clown
So, I finally did my laundry. It's the first load of laundry I've done since the semester began. Isn't it marvelous when procrastination starts to affect your cleanliness?
Three pairs of socks and my ASU shirt took like an hour and a half to dry. I'm tired of these economy machines. Anyway, one of my favorite things about doing laundry at night is singing really loudly along with my iPod while I'm folding my clothes and waiting for the extra stuff to dry. The acoustics in that room are amazing. Today, I was in the middle of belting out "Fairytale of New York" (alternately moving up and down an octave to denote the male and female parts) and a girl walked in on me. She was definitely in the room for at least thirty seconds before I even noticed she was there.
I kind of just... kept on singing at a slightly adjusted volume. Everyone in this dorm already thinks Liz and I are completely fucking weird anyway. It was less embarrassing if I pretended I wasn't embarrassed.
All I can say is, it's a damn good thing she didn't walk in during "Bohemian Rhapsody." Because, let me tell you, I pulled out all the stops on that one. There was headbanging and I might have jumped up on a chair at one point.
This was a good night for television. On Supernatural, Clark discovered that he has remarkable "blowing" power.
*snickers* Oh come on, no one could pass that up. It's just... it's right there.
Then on Supernatural, the Winchester boys faced down a vicious phantom creature dressed like a fucking clown. If that sounds like the creepiest thing ever, that's because it was. God. Yeeechhh. Carnival clowns.
On Saturday I'm going to be covering the library shift alone. What the hell am I going to do? What if someone actually asks me a question or calls on the phone?! I don't actually know how to answer questions or the telephone. They never really trained me properly. All I do is shelf journals and videos according to the Library of Congress decimal system. Whoo-hoo.
Two girls quit Pitchforks on Monday. Can you even believe that? We only had twelve to begin with, and we've taught them three songs and our concert is in less than two months which makes less than sixteen rehearsals, and we are so fucked. We have to rehearse replacements now. Guuuuaaaaaaaaaah.
*slams face on desk*
I've been sleeping better lately. Let's hear it for Prozac! And what does Dr. Cross do to reward my recent triumph over adversity? He's leaving the University and making me get a new doctor, and he also found out I've never had a gynecology appointment and made me get one. I'd sort've been hoping to avoid that for all eternity. I'll probably end up having cervical cancer or something.
I've never put off doing school work for so long before. I'm almost impressed with the level of laziness I'm accomplishing here. I haven't been to astronomy in two weeks and I've even stopped reading for English. It's kind of lame. I should probably fix that.
p.s. Go here immediately. You will not regret it.
Three pairs of socks and my ASU shirt took like an hour and a half to dry. I'm tired of these economy machines. Anyway, one of my favorite things about doing laundry at night is singing really loudly along with my iPod while I'm folding my clothes and waiting for the extra stuff to dry. The acoustics in that room are amazing. Today, I was in the middle of belting out "Fairytale of New York" (alternately moving up and down an octave to denote the male and female parts) and a girl walked in on me. She was definitely in the room for at least thirty seconds before I even noticed she was there.
I kind of just... kept on singing at a slightly adjusted volume. Everyone in this dorm already thinks Liz and I are completely fucking weird anyway. It was less embarrassing if I pretended I wasn't embarrassed.
All I can say is, it's a damn good thing she didn't walk in during "Bohemian Rhapsody." Because, let me tell you, I pulled out all the stops on that one. There was headbanging and I might have jumped up on a chair at one point.
This was a good night for television. On Supernatural, Clark discovered that he has remarkable "blowing" power.
*snickers* Oh come on, no one could pass that up. It's just... it's right there.
Then on Supernatural, the Winchester boys faced down a vicious phantom creature dressed like a fucking clown. If that sounds like the creepiest thing ever, that's because it was. God. Yeeechhh. Carnival clowns.
On Saturday I'm going to be covering the library shift alone. What the hell am I going to do? What if someone actually asks me a question or calls on the phone?! I don't actually know how to answer questions or the telephone. They never really trained me properly. All I do is shelf journals and videos according to the Library of Congress decimal system. Whoo-hoo.
Two girls quit Pitchforks on Monday. Can you even believe that? We only had twelve to begin with, and we've taught them three songs and our concert is in less than two months which makes less than sixteen rehearsals, and we are so fucked. We have to rehearse replacements now. Guuuuaaaaaaaaaah.
*slams face on desk*
I've been sleeping better lately. Let's hear it for Prozac! And what does Dr. Cross do to reward my recent triumph over adversity? He's leaving the University and making me get a new doctor, and he also found out I've never had a gynecology appointment and made me get one. I'd sort've been hoping to avoid that for all eternity. I'll probably end up having cervical cancer or something.
I've never put off doing school work for so long before. I'm almost impressed with the level of laziness I'm accomplishing here. I haven't been to astronomy in two weeks and I've even stopped reading for English. It's kind of lame. I should probably fix that.
p.s. Go here immediately. You will not regret it.