Call it what you want to call it.
Sometimes I wonder if I ought to be a Christian. Because I feel like maybe then, God would care enough about me to verily smite (and perhaps strike impotent) my horrible, awful neighbors. I hate them. Hate them. And since I'm PMSing right now, and sick, and they just blasted Xzibit's "Alkaholic" for the nth time this month, I thought I would once more point out exactly how much I loathe everything about them, including their sub-woofer, their white supremacy, their tobacco chew, and their highly-audible screams of "Fuck you, you fucking faggot!" at all hours from the concrete porch below my window. Also, I hate Schmadam's voice.
Geh. Okay. Soothing my blood pressure... All right. So, yeah, I'm sick right now, and I have a ton of work to do this weekend that I am absolutely not feeling. A whole chapter of accounting homework, despite the fact that I missed the lecture that covered the majority of the material... A huge project for VisComm that I just found out is due on Tuesday and that I have not started and that I can only do in the much-too-small Brainerd Lab on campus... A German essay on something that I can guarantee I do not care about... An application to be a UO Ambassador that is going to be late at best... And it's Laura's birthday, so I have to go out to dinner at Chapala's tonight, too, despite feeling awful and being rather low on the moneys.
On the upside, as Sarah told I would (and thereby forced me to have), I had another dream about Konrad the other night. Hilarious! In it, Sarah and I had mistakenly ended up at his apartment when he stumbled in, visibly toasted, with a group of friends and proceeded to attempt to make-out with both of us for the entire dream. While I struggled to hide myself behind a too-small towel -- I don't know why. But it was very, very awkward.
Anywho. Sometimes I wonder how many people read this blog. Like, I actually know of at least a handful of people who read it but try to be all stealthy and under-the-radar by not actually posting comments. Which is, like, way annoying. Because I want to know what people are thinking from time to time! Even anonymously. But oh well. The Internet is the Internet -- generally, I try to assume that everyone is reading and that nobody cares. Which seems pretty safe.
Oh, I also saw this really pretty woodpecker today. They make for pretty annoying neighbors too, but this one was at least much more attractive than the idiots downstairs.
Oh God, the music started again. I'm going to kill something. Seriously, guys. I'm PMSing. If you just turned down the sub-woofer, I could at least tune your awful music out. Seriously. Come on.
I will never understand people. Ever.
Geh. Okay. Soothing my blood pressure... All right. So, yeah, I'm sick right now, and I have a ton of work to do this weekend that I am absolutely not feeling. A whole chapter of accounting homework, despite the fact that I missed the lecture that covered the majority of the material... A huge project for VisComm that I just found out is due on Tuesday and that I have not started and that I can only do in the much-too-small Brainerd Lab on campus... A German essay on something that I can guarantee I do not care about... An application to be a UO Ambassador that is going to be late at best... And it's Laura's birthday, so I have to go out to dinner at Chapala's tonight, too, despite feeling awful and being rather low on the moneys.
On the upside, as Sarah told I would (and thereby forced me to have), I had another dream about Konrad the other night. Hilarious! In it, Sarah and I had mistakenly ended up at his apartment when he stumbled in, visibly toasted, with a group of friends and proceeded to attempt to make-out with both of us for the entire dream. While I struggled to hide myself behind a too-small towel -- I don't know why. But it was very, very awkward.
Anywho. Sometimes I wonder how many people read this blog. Like, I actually know of at least a handful of people who read it but try to be all stealthy and under-the-radar by not actually posting comments. Which is, like, way annoying. Because I want to know what people are thinking from time to time! Even anonymously. But oh well. The Internet is the Internet -- generally, I try to assume that everyone is reading and that nobody cares. Which seems pretty safe.
Oh, I also saw this really pretty woodpecker today. They make for pretty annoying neighbors too, but this one was at least much more attractive than the idiots downstairs.
Oh God, the music started again. I'm going to kill something. Seriously, guys. I'm PMSing. If you just turned down the sub-woofer, I could at least tune your awful music out. Seriously. Come on.
I will never understand people. Ever.