"That's not a box of bloody sweets you've brought in, it's a box of condoms!"
Today I got a mail that my order had finally been shipped out, and then, twenty minutes later it arrived in my (physical) mailbox. That's.. impressive.
Thesis status: Apart from the writing of the actual report which is hella boring but is predicted to continue to be.. not-that-difficult unless you count accidentally falling asleep while typing an obstacle, I have one major coding problem left. And it is of catastrophical proportions and I really really need to overcome this or I'll feel I haven't accomplished anything. But.. the goddamn code isn't cooperating, and this oppressive heat isn't doing things better.
Dammit Anna, stop peeling off your nail polish.
...but I *like* peeling off stuff. Like.. scabs. And when I was little, I used to smear glue over my hands just so I could peel it off too; looked like dead skin which grossed me out and intrigued me, plus it was an interesting sensation too, especially when I managed to remove laaaarge flakes from the palms.
Oooh I wanna do that now too *whine*. Don't have any glue home though.
Anyway, today I ventured outside the apartment. Had some errands on the other side of town, and naturally my horrid sense of direction misguided me something awful and it took me too long time to get there. But then I realized that, wtf, what does it matter, so I took the opportunity to do some more random biking around. My thighs are gonna kill me tomorrow, but hey, I can't just sit in front of the computer all the time.
Think I might be getting a tiny tan. This is big news, for me, but.. I'm not quite looking like ginger bread yet, just don't have quite that ordinary pasty-white color. Wee!
Also, have gotten hooked on bloody FF7 fan fiction again. Dammit. (and apparently the 'in' thing now is Rufus x Tifa? Huh?) But then again, that might mean I'll start my writing again; keep your fingers crossed. (Or, throw something at me if my writing offends you, heeh)
Thesis status: Apart from the writing of the actual report which is hella boring but is predicted to continue to be.. not-that-difficult unless you count accidentally falling asleep while typing an obstacle, I have one major coding problem left. And it is of catastrophical proportions and I really really need to overcome this or I'll feel I haven't accomplished anything. But.. the goddamn code isn't cooperating, and this oppressive heat isn't doing things better.
Dammit Anna, stop peeling off your nail polish.
...but I *like* peeling off stuff. Like.. scabs. And when I was little, I used to smear glue over my hands just so I could peel it off too; looked like dead skin which grossed me out and intrigued me, plus it was an interesting sensation too, especially when I managed to remove laaaarge flakes from the palms.
Oooh I wanna do that now too *whine*. Don't have any glue home though.
Anyway, today I ventured outside the apartment. Had some errands on the other side of town, and naturally my horrid sense of direction misguided me something awful and it took me too long time to get there. But then I realized that, wtf, what does it matter, so I took the opportunity to do some more random biking around. My thighs are gonna kill me tomorrow, but hey, I can't just sit in front of the computer all the time.
Think I might be getting a tiny tan. This is big news, for me, but.. I'm not quite looking like ginger bread yet, just don't have quite that ordinary pasty-white color. Wee!
Also, have gotten hooked on bloody FF7 fan fiction again. Dammit. (and apparently the 'in' thing now is Rufus x Tifa? Huh?) But then again, that might mean I'll start my writing again; keep your fingers crossed. (Or, throw something at me if my writing offends you, heeh)