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I am:
procrastinating on homework/studying
because:
I honestly don't care to know anything past the brief overview of the history of Fascism.
Now that I've summed up my ENTIRE night, I figure I will probably ramble about something seemingly important (or atleast more important than my fascism homework/studying is right now).
I went to the gym today, I realized my pet peeve is when sweaty old people are using the GOOD elipticals (with the moving hand thingies) and they get done, and don't bother to reach 2 feet for the spray bottle/towel to remove their sweaty bacteria infested handprints from what I'm about to grasp for a good 30 minutes. Disgusting. I also hate it when people wipe off upper lip sweat, and act like it's no big deal. You only GET that if you're working really hard, or out of shape. It's not attractive, and you can't casually wipe that unnatural gathering of bacteria and water emitted from your skin off the top of your LIP. Come onnnn people, atleast be discrete. And by being discrete I mean probably not wiping it off, LOOKING at it, giving it weird googly-eyes, and then wiping it on the thigh of your too-constricting swishy pants. Ew. I guess I must go to a dirt-ass gym or something.
Anyways, I guess I can't say too much about this but I'll sum it up: my patient d o e s n ' t like me. I feed her mashed potatoes and icecream and talk to her patiently and do other chores that will go unnamed, but SHIT--you'd think she would have a little more respect! I gather that she's old and her mental capacity isn't exactly top notch, but you don't have to cuss me out and spit food in my face for me to get the picture that you just really have no desire for me to be anywhere near you. Pooooint taken. Guess these next 4 1/2 weeks should go by a little slower than expected.
St. Patrick's day is tomorrow <3 I've worn green on this holiday for 18 years, yes, count them--ask my madre. I HATE. absolutely HATE. being pinched. So there's no way you could ever find me without even a shard of green, somewhere...for all 24 hours. It hasn't happened yet, I must just be a pro :)
mmmmm yea well I think I'm gona go to bed.
Have a wonderful nightttttttttt muffinsss
procrastinating on homework/studying
because:
I honestly don't care to know anything past the brief overview of the history of Fascism.
Now that I've summed up my ENTIRE night, I figure I will probably ramble about something seemingly important (or atleast more important than my fascism homework/studying is right now).
I went to the gym today, I realized my pet peeve is when sweaty old people are using the GOOD elipticals (with the moving hand thingies) and they get done, and don't bother to reach 2 feet for the spray bottle/towel to remove their sweaty bacteria infested handprints from what I'm about to grasp for a good 30 minutes. Disgusting. I also hate it when people wipe off upper lip sweat, and act like it's no big deal. You only GET that if you're working really hard, or out of shape. It's not attractive, and you can't casually wipe that unnatural gathering of bacteria and water emitted from your skin off the top of your LIP. Come onnnn people, atleast be discrete. And by being discrete I mean probably not wiping it off, LOOKING at it, giving it weird googly-eyes, and then wiping it on the thigh of your too-constricting swishy pants. Ew. I guess I must go to a dirt-ass gym or something.
Anyways, I guess I can't say too much about this but I'll sum it up: my patient d o e s n ' t like me. I feed her mashed potatoes and icecream and talk to her patiently and do other chores that will go unnamed, but SHIT--you'd think she would have a little more respect! I gather that she's old and her mental capacity isn't exactly top notch, but you don't have to cuss me out and spit food in my face for me to get the picture that you just really have no desire for me to be anywhere near you. Pooooint taken. Guess these next 4 1/2 weeks should go by a little slower than expected.
St. Patrick's day is tomorrow <3 I've worn green on this holiday for 18 years, yes, count them--ask my madre. I HATE. absolutely HATE. being pinched. So there's no way you could ever find me without even a shard of green, somewhere...for all 24 hours. It hasn't happened yet, I must just be a pro :)
mmmmm yea well I think I'm gona go to bed.
Have a wonderful nightttttttttt muffinsss