she changes and she goes
I have 2 relatively long and complicated papers due on Monday and Tuesday, but I'm sick of writing them, so I think I'll write about myself for a few minutes.
Halloween was great. We all got smashed at Dustin's brother's house, and Jenn and I got hit on by 30 year olds while our boyfriends (Napoleon Dynamite and raunchy security guard) threw up on the front lawn. I had the shittiest hangover in the history of the world because apparently wine and smirnoff are not compatible in that special special way. And then I went on the Haunted Walk in Ottawa that night with Sara and friends. I totally crapped my pants, because we would stand there and SEE, RIGHT IN FRONT OF US, doors opening and closing of their own accord, jail cell doors slamming, the door in the floor of the gallows (where people who are getting hanged stand, you know, the door in the floor that they drop through) opening of its own accord while I was standing RIGHT there. so yeah, shit everywhere gang.
I'm at work right now, as I got called to come in, er, three hours early because of a departMENTAL meeting, thus cutting into my essay writing time. also, i work 5 hours tomorrow but its so quiet on Saturdays that I can probably get a shit load of essay written if I really put my mind to it (yeah right).
I'm going shopping this weekend, and I'm buying heeled boots. Sara bought herself a hot hot pair, and I've always wanted a pair, so now I shall indulge myself before Christmas. Presents wha??
I totally woke up to Christmas advertisements on the radio this morning. I mean, what the hell, halloween was like yesterday.
ok, I'm done talking about myself. On to my literature review.
Conversely,
-Tyler
Halloween was great. We all got smashed at Dustin's brother's house, and Jenn and I got hit on by 30 year olds while our boyfriends (Napoleon Dynamite and raunchy security guard) threw up on the front lawn. I had the shittiest hangover in the history of the world because apparently wine and smirnoff are not compatible in that special special way. And then I went on the Haunted Walk in Ottawa that night with Sara and friends. I totally crapped my pants, because we would stand there and SEE, RIGHT IN FRONT OF US, doors opening and closing of their own accord, jail cell doors slamming, the door in the floor of the gallows (where people who are getting hanged stand, you know, the door in the floor that they drop through) opening of its own accord while I was standing RIGHT there. so yeah, shit everywhere gang.
I'm at work right now, as I got called to come in, er, three hours early because of a departMENTAL meeting, thus cutting into my essay writing time. also, i work 5 hours tomorrow but its so quiet on Saturdays that I can probably get a shit load of essay written if I really put my mind to it (yeah right).
I'm going shopping this weekend, and I'm buying heeled boots. Sara bought herself a hot hot pair, and I've always wanted a pair, so now I shall indulge myself before Christmas. Presents wha??
I totally woke up to Christmas advertisements on the radio this morning. I mean, what the hell, halloween was like yesterday.
ok, I'm done talking about myself. On to my literature review.
Conversely,
-Tyler