I hate computer clusters.
Especially when you sit next to someone very obnoxious who isn't doing anything in particular except staring at your computer screen. It just made me uncomfortable because I was reading my e-mail, and checking my livejournal friends page. Does the fact there were words on my screen give you license to read it?
I don't even know you, guy. Don't look at my shit.
Anyway, I'm tired. Not really. It's really habitual to say that. I got just enough sleep, and if I didn't donate blood yesterday, I would say I feel fantastic. Actually, I feel like sleeping, but only because going up a flight of stairs makes me out of breath. Stupid body, and healing itself.
So, yesterday I donated blood. Something about doing that makes me feel really accomplished. A part of the reason is because I put up with the pain of needles, although they don't bother me as much as they bother other people. When the nurse started the...donating?...I just made my "wow, that really fucking hurts" noise, which is more of a slight "mm..mmhmm" noise. I do that when I donate blood. Donating also tends to make me feel strange. Partly because I know that someone will need my blood and get it at some point. I would kind of want to meet that person. "Hey, man, you and I are practially the same person, isn't that wacky?" Then run away.
I checked out a video camera from the library yesterday. This weekend is going to be full of wicked cool recordings. Kim and I haven't written any skits yet, but I think we might record opening, closing, and transition sequences this weekend, if we have time.
Yet again, methinks I might not go to physics again. I'll do some reading this weekend, though. Instead, I'm going to do physics homework. On a website. It has like 50 thousand parts to it and might take me a while to successfully complete.
I think I'm getting a cold. Fack. Or allergies. Double fack.
Workshop tomorrow! Anxious anticipation!
--Lindsey!
I don't even know you, guy. Don't look at my shit.
Anyway, I'm tired. Not really. It's really habitual to say that. I got just enough sleep, and if I didn't donate blood yesterday, I would say I feel fantastic. Actually, I feel like sleeping, but only because going up a flight of stairs makes me out of breath. Stupid body, and healing itself.
So, yesterday I donated blood. Something about doing that makes me feel really accomplished. A part of the reason is because I put up with the pain of needles, although they don't bother me as much as they bother other people. When the nurse started the...donating?...I just made my "wow, that really fucking hurts" noise, which is more of a slight "mm..mmhmm" noise. I do that when I donate blood. Donating also tends to make me feel strange. Partly because I know that someone will need my blood and get it at some point. I would kind of want to meet that person. "Hey, man, you and I are practially the same person, isn't that wacky?" Then run away.
I checked out a video camera from the library yesterday. This weekend is going to be full of wicked cool recordings. Kim and I haven't written any skits yet, but I think we might record opening, closing, and transition sequences this weekend, if we have time.
Yet again, methinks I might not go to physics again. I'll do some reading this weekend, though. Instead, I'm going to do physics homework. On a website. It has like 50 thousand parts to it and might take me a while to successfully complete.
I think I'm getting a cold. Fack. Or allergies. Double fack.
Workshop tomorrow! Anxious anticipation!
--Lindsey!