Drama Addict
Hullo, all my livejournal friends. I keep starting entries and then losing them again. I hate livejournal, the programming is deliberately slow or something and geez just look at that loading time. How 'bout if I recode their scripts and send them packing? Any one of us at work (yes, I'm at work right now) could do it 'cause well, we can all do each others' jobs anyhow. It's nice, sort of, if someone gets sick of programming they'll come in and be like "Hey, Betsy, how 'bout switching for a while?" and I'll just go and test some code out and come back in an hour and sit back in this comfy, padded swivel chair with the fridge to my left, and write livejournal entries.
Oh! So I'm taking summer classes. I hope Patty's taking that physics class after all, 'cause then I could see her every day and we could maybe sneak in some B&N nights to study. Let's see, poor Ralph, I'll be ten credits behind him and a senior. I shalln't be outdone, you know. Heck, I'm not even competitive but Ralph is so fun to tease. Ain't that right, Ralph, even Ken said so! (Is that his name, by the way? You only told me once.) Yes, school is a ceaseless opportunity to torment an otherwise poor and innocent soul. Which is why Simon should leave his silly snowy mountains and come to State and keep me company. Er, in separate rooms, I mean. I sort of miss it, dirtying Ralph's pants is not the same as dirtying Simon's. No, we should all move to MIT and then not only would we get some snow I wouldn't have to talk on the accursed phone so much.
(surreptitiously pokes Roo to see if he's alive)
I was at home before work, enjoying a container (yes, a container) of Swiss Miss my mom came in and found me. I didn't hide it in time, but she was totally okay with it. Ain't that weird? She probably thinks that it's okay because at least I'm not doing drugs. Either that, or it's 'cause I don't eat her coffee creamer anymore.
So, what have I been doing lately? I like soccer a good deal. This week I get to play soccer every day except Monday (yesterday). Ain't that happy news? I bet you'd wish you were in my shoes except most of the people who read this have bigger feet than I do. The more I exercise the more I'm injured, just like any good athlete who trains more than five days a week. Oooh, it hurts so good! (As Simon would say.) 14-year-olds are hellish disobedient creatures and if I ever get one of those girls mad they could just deck me like that. Work is excellent, we're having pizza. We have pizza every day. Say, we'll get back from dinner at seven or something and one of the guys will be like "Oh, I'm hungry, did you order the pizza yet?" "No, we just got back from Bo's, diphead." "Oh, damn, well lemme go call up the pizza guy then." I don't pay for a cent of it. 'tis nice, being the lone female and doted upon and spoiled all the time. I am a brat, a spoiled brat. Lately I have been experimenting with various recipes for spaghetti salad. I have gotten it to the point where I don't need mayo, but there is something missing - I think I need red peppers and maybe some kind of cheese. My room is a wreck but all the laundry's done and gosh knows us girls need our laundry. Right, I go to school! Danny says hello because he's the one who's always helping me when the network goes bonkers. Everyone wave, hello there Danny, now you can stop reading over my shoulder. Classes are excellent as always, haven't skipped since last week (uh...). Everything's fun and fine and dandy and I have A's in everything so far (I think?). Math is my best grade so far, bloody hell how'd that happen. Math is too logical for me and I just can't stand it, computers are logical but at least they crash. That's all for what I'm doing, I suppose.
The complete Father Brown! Woooo, Chesterton! In case you needed it.
Hey, Helen, if you're around, do you ever read Mansfield Fox? (He's engaged! He's engaged! The news just came in today! Do you know him?)
Oh! So I'm taking summer classes. I hope Patty's taking that physics class after all, 'cause then I could see her every day and we could maybe sneak in some B&N nights to study. Let's see, poor Ralph, I'll be ten credits behind him and a senior. I shalln't be outdone, you know. Heck, I'm not even competitive but Ralph is so fun to tease. Ain't that right, Ralph, even Ken said so! (Is that his name, by the way? You only told me once.) Yes, school is a ceaseless opportunity to torment an otherwise poor and innocent soul. Which is why Simon should leave his silly snowy mountains and come to State and keep me company. Er, in separate rooms, I mean. I sort of miss it, dirtying Ralph's pants is not the same as dirtying Simon's. No, we should all move to MIT and then not only would we get some snow I wouldn't have to talk on the accursed phone so much.
(surreptitiously pokes Roo to see if he's alive)
I was at home before work, enjoying a container (yes, a container) of Swiss Miss my mom came in and found me. I didn't hide it in time, but she was totally okay with it. Ain't that weird? She probably thinks that it's okay because at least I'm not doing drugs. Either that, or it's 'cause I don't eat her coffee creamer anymore.
So, what have I been doing lately? I like soccer a good deal. This week I get to play soccer every day except Monday (yesterday). Ain't that happy news? I bet you'd wish you were in my shoes except most of the people who read this have bigger feet than I do. The more I exercise the more I'm injured, just like any good athlete who trains more than five days a week. Oooh, it hurts so good! (As Simon would say.) 14-year-olds are hellish disobedient creatures and if I ever get one of those girls mad they could just deck me like that. Work is excellent, we're having pizza. We have pizza every day. Say, we'll get back from dinner at seven or something and one of the guys will be like "Oh, I'm hungry, did you order the pizza yet?" "No, we just got back from Bo's, diphead." "Oh, damn, well lemme go call up the pizza guy then." I don't pay for a cent of it. 'tis nice, being the lone female and doted upon and spoiled all the time. I am a brat, a spoiled brat. Lately I have been experimenting with various recipes for spaghetti salad. I have gotten it to the point where I don't need mayo, but there is something missing - I think I need red peppers and maybe some kind of cheese. My room is a wreck but all the laundry's done and gosh knows us girls need our laundry. Right, I go to school! Danny says hello because he's the one who's always helping me when the network goes bonkers. Everyone wave, hello there Danny, now you can stop reading over my shoulder. Classes are excellent as always, haven't skipped since last week (uh...). Everything's fun and fine and dandy and I have A's in everything so far (I think?). Math is my best grade so far, bloody hell how'd that happen. Math is too logical for me and I just can't stand it, computers are logical but at least they crash. That's all for what I'm doing, I suppose.
The complete Father Brown! Woooo, Chesterton! In case you needed it.
Hey, Helen, if you're around, do you ever read Mansfield Fox? (He's engaged! He's engaged! The news just came in today! Do you know him?)