a nap would be nice
Man I really really wish I was taking a nap right now. Playing on the internets at work, while not at all bad, is a poor substitute for the bliss of sleep. mwaaarrrr.
um um um I am being super boring as usual. I have gained two more pounds, which isn't really good but it is much better to gain two pounds in two months than ten. I miss FitRec like Ken Lay misses yachts and hookers. Especially since he's (fake) DEAD, BWAHAHA.
Speaking of Boston, I got my aid, which overall is good but I don't have work-study which means I'll actually have to apply for a job instead of just having one handed to me. BLARGH. If you know of work you should let me know, otherwise I am going to annoy the IR Department until they hire me. Or, you know, just starve to death (HEY THEN I'LL LOSE WEIGHT AWESOME). It also now officially states that I will be living in a SUPER-SWEET ON-CAMPUS APARTMENT next year.
Occasionally I have dreams about being a student at a huge school (the building is like my middle school except much larger) with many people I've known in the past and currently. Last night in the dream we were attacked by zombies and had split up into groups and were running all over the school looking for places to hide. Eventually we were all turned to zombies except for one woman and she tried to train us to be docile. It was working until someone bit her and she turned into a zombie herself. Unfortunately, now that many of us were docile, the hostile zombies started coming after us. So we stole a schoolbus and were riding around town fighting zombies but mostly looking for somewhere to go. At the end we had gone into a large derelict house and I was attacked by two zombie pirates, who tied me to a rope and kept dropping me out the window like a yo-yo. The bad thing about being undead, I reflected, was that torture didn't particularly hurt, but it went on forever.
um um um I am being super boring as usual. I have gained two more pounds, which isn't really good but it is much better to gain two pounds in two months than ten. I miss FitRec like Ken Lay misses yachts and hookers. Especially since he's (fake) DEAD, BWAHAHA.
Speaking of Boston, I got my aid, which overall is good but I don't have work-study which means I'll actually have to apply for a job instead of just having one handed to me. BLARGH. If you know of work you should let me know, otherwise I am going to annoy the IR Department until they hire me. Or, you know, just starve to death (HEY THEN I'LL LOSE WEIGHT AWESOME). It also now officially states that I will be living in a SUPER-SWEET ON-CAMPUS APARTMENT next year.
Occasionally I have dreams about being a student at a huge school (the building is like my middle school except much larger) with many people I've known in the past and currently. Last night in the dream we were attacked by zombies and had split up into groups and were running all over the school looking for places to hide. Eventually we were all turned to zombies except for one woman and she tried to train us to be docile. It was working until someone bit her and she turned into a zombie herself. Unfortunately, now that many of us were docile, the hostile zombies started coming after us. So we stole a schoolbus and were riding around town fighting zombies but mostly looking for somewhere to go. At the end we had gone into a large derelict house and I was attacked by two zombie pirates, who tied me to a rope and kept dropping me out the window like a yo-yo. The bad thing about being undead, I reflected, was that torture didn't particularly hurt, but it went on forever.