It's cold in here!
And so my little crush on the RA goes un-anything-at-all-ed. I can't tell if there is a chance, or none at all. I guess I could always ASK him, but after what happened with Sean, I don't want to risk losing another friend. Chris is a good guy, and I don't want to freak him out. Even if the bastard IS a year ahead and two months behind me. Grrrrrrr, it's not fair. Any why the hell are they always December babies, anyway? I don't think I've ever come in contact with a class of '04 person younger than I who wasn't born in December. Crazy coincedence, that is.
Well, aside from my old general lonlieness backed up by my increasing desire to be penetrated, everything seems to be going well. No stress (yet), no severe self-esteem issues (we'll see if I overhear anything), and even that one problem that drove me so mad last year doesn't bother me. Go ahead and make an ass of yourself. In a way, it's funny. I do seem to be getting sick again, though. Not the cold that my dear, sweet sister helped to heal with her generous gifts of NyQuil and Kleenex. I'm starting to get the nausea again, though not as badly as before. It only happens at night, and after I expell the contents of my stomach (since I can't bear to try sleeping with any degree of upset stomach), I feel perfectly fine. Maybe I'm bulemic? Nathan thinks I'm psychologically anorexic (I see myself as being heavier than I am). Damn, I feel sick now. All I had was Campbell's and a Fanta! Maury Povich, here I come.
Long story short, class is great, got a test on Wednesday, I asked for my own copies of Penn and Teller for my birthday, chorus rules, and stop jumping on the bed before you break your neck.
Quote of the Week:
"Now we've given the duck a lobotomy."
"Click and drag and you will see a rectangle. If you see something else, get off the medication."
- Professor McPherson
"Identify the rock . . . do it for Jesus."
- Me
"I know what this one is! It's a rock!"
- Laura from Geo lab
Well, aside from my old general lonlieness backed up by my increasing desire to be penetrated, everything seems to be going well. No stress (yet), no severe self-esteem issues (we'll see if I overhear anything), and even that one problem that drove me so mad last year doesn't bother me. Go ahead and make an ass of yourself. In a way, it's funny. I do seem to be getting sick again, though. Not the cold that my dear, sweet sister helped to heal with her generous gifts of NyQuil and Kleenex. I'm starting to get the nausea again, though not as badly as before. It only happens at night, and after I expell the contents of my stomach (since I can't bear to try sleeping with any degree of upset stomach), I feel perfectly fine. Maybe I'm bulemic? Nathan thinks I'm psychologically anorexic (I see myself as being heavier than I am). Damn, I feel sick now. All I had was Campbell's and a Fanta! Maury Povich, here I come.
Long story short, class is great, got a test on Wednesday, I asked for my own copies of Penn and Teller for my birthday, chorus rules, and stop jumping on the bed before you break your neck.
Quote of the Week:
"Now we've given the duck a lobotomy."
"Click and drag and you will see a rectangle. If you see something else, get off the medication."
- Professor McPherson
"Identify the rock . . . do it for Jesus."
- Me
"I know what this one is! It's a rock!"
- Laura from Geo lab