really terrible headaches`
i don't know what it is that's giving me these terrible headaches. for the past two days, my head has ached. it feels like a tiny alien is trying to crawl out the back of my head.
my head hurted so terribly at one point, that in order to cure it, the only solution was to shave my head. lack of mobility kept me from doing that.
i took pain killers. no alcohol. T.U.B. (The eUgenia that is in Brazil) would be proud. : "D
what's the mystery behind phone cards? you'd think there wouldn't be any. but there is, like a mean, green troll fucking in the bushes.
Here are my top 5 things to remember about international calling cards:
1. they're really meant to be one time uses because (they REALLY emphasize the use of ##)
2. there is a 75¢ charge each day after the card has been activated and
3. there is another 75¢ charge per phone call after the first initial call
4. 800 numbers are overated, just stick with the local area code access number
5. couldn't think of a number five, so i'm just filling in this blank
i grew up believing that if i didn't eat enough salt, my neck would blow up like elephantitis and i would become this messed up swollen blobbular mass. but not as bad as the feeling you get from nightmares. I HATE NIGHTMARES! i hate that sick feeling of deprived sleep you get from having nightmares. i had one just a few hours ago, it was about bad trainers and mad Great Danes being kicked in half. moral of the story? humanity is in fucking peril
school has started. still cannot believe that this will be the fourth year. its actually really depressing the shit out of me. to think, where did the time go? i hate the fact that i'm going backwards to go forward. it's a constant bubble run to full flavor.
highlights thus far?? studio is a solid good. not wonderful, not shitty, but good. imagine the teenage mutant ninja turtles saying that, that's how i'm saying 'good'. quirky professor (his quote, 'what if a class room was a public toilet?'), oddball studio-mates, seeing 1st hand Bev out doing herself constantly.
and going to billie tsien's lecture and going to dinner with her afterwords. gabe sounded amazing, and i sounded like a fucking dick with a plunger stuck up my ass. i didn't mean to, but everything that came out of my mouth just made me sound like an idiot. good first impression lisa, good first impression.
my search for a new source of income? has been going so slowly. i think this is the universe's way of giving me time, to
1. make sure this is what i want to do with my extra time, cuz things are going to start building up as the semester goes on, and i need to be prepared
2. that i have my shit together.
why does john and los, bev, lavi and jaime, nan and and, put up with me? i'm a fucking crackhead, not by choice but i run into the fuckin needle. example: i cut myself while i was at the laudromat. i know, olympic.
and that would be a great opening line:
'hey baby, that's a nice scar, where you'd get it from?'
'why, i was putting ten quarters into a machine to do my laundry'
idiot!
and this concludes this piece of fart, because of one fucking headache. so happy morning and merry fucking holidays.
my head hurted so terribly at one point, that in order to cure it, the only solution was to shave my head. lack of mobility kept me from doing that.
i took pain killers. no alcohol. T.U.B. (The eUgenia that is in Brazil) would be proud. : "D
what's the mystery behind phone cards? you'd think there wouldn't be any. but there is, like a mean, green troll fucking in the bushes.
Here are my top 5 things to remember about international calling cards:
1. they're really meant to be one time uses because (they REALLY emphasize the use of ##)
2. there is a 75¢ charge each day after the card has been activated and
3. there is another 75¢ charge per phone call after the first initial call
4. 800 numbers are overated, just stick with the local area code access number
5. couldn't think of a number five, so i'm just filling in this blank
i grew up believing that if i didn't eat enough salt, my neck would blow up like elephantitis and i would become this messed up swollen blobbular mass. but not as bad as the feeling you get from nightmares. I HATE NIGHTMARES! i hate that sick feeling of deprived sleep you get from having nightmares. i had one just a few hours ago, it was about bad trainers and mad Great Danes being kicked in half. moral of the story? humanity is in fucking peril
school has started. still cannot believe that this will be the fourth year. its actually really depressing the shit out of me. to think, where did the time go? i hate the fact that i'm going backwards to go forward. it's a constant bubble run to full flavor.
highlights thus far?? studio is a solid good. not wonderful, not shitty, but good. imagine the teenage mutant ninja turtles saying that, that's how i'm saying 'good'. quirky professor (his quote, 'what if a class room was a public toilet?'), oddball studio-mates, seeing 1st hand Bev out doing herself constantly.
and going to billie tsien's lecture and going to dinner with her afterwords. gabe sounded amazing, and i sounded like a fucking dick with a plunger stuck up my ass. i didn't mean to, but everything that came out of my mouth just made me sound like an idiot. good first impression lisa, good first impression.
my search for a new source of income? has been going so slowly. i think this is the universe's way of giving me time, to
1. make sure this is what i want to do with my extra time, cuz things are going to start building up as the semester goes on, and i need to be prepared
2. that i have my shit together.
why does john and los, bev, lavi and jaime, nan and and, put up with me? i'm a fucking crackhead, not by choice but i run into the fuckin needle. example: i cut myself while i was at the laudromat. i know, olympic.
and that would be a great opening line:
'hey baby, that's a nice scar, where you'd get it from?'
'why, i was putting ten quarters into a machine to do my laundry'
idiot!
and this concludes this piece of fart, because of one fucking headache. so happy morning and merry fucking holidays.