Oy
I have a bad headache.
I had a cinnamon bun from Buchman today even though I wasn't hungry and I hate cinnamon buns. And it sucked and I ate it anyway. What's wrong with me? I'd gone to McKinstry before my Psych test but there was no coffee (!!) so I used a swipe to drink water from a dirty cup without a straw. I hate this school.
Oh and they finally put the new toilet paper dispensers and suchness in the bathrooms. It makes me hate myself. There is no way I can possibly enter a stall and get the door closed. And if I do somehow squeeze the door pass my hips without falling into the toilet, I have to go through a similar contortion act to get out. I'm 5'6", ~135 pounds and I can't fit in a fucking bathroom stall. It's ridiculous.
I went to the gym for 35 minutes in hopes that one day I will be able to use a bathroom in this building. I wanted to die after 10 but kept pushing myself. I didn't think I'd make it to 20. But when everyone who arrived after me started leaving before me, I got all competitive, and lasted out the 35 minutes and 670 cals. Go me. That like worked off that cinnamon bun I shouldn't have eaten in the first place.
I have a load of laundry in the washer, need to change my sheets coz they reek, need to read a lot of stuff for lit, and hope to hell that I get the puppet show stuff done soon.
My head hurts.
I had a cinnamon bun from Buchman today even though I wasn't hungry and I hate cinnamon buns. And it sucked and I ate it anyway. What's wrong with me? I'd gone to McKinstry before my Psych test but there was no coffee (!!) so I used a swipe to drink water from a dirty cup without a straw. I hate this school.
Oh and they finally put the new toilet paper dispensers and suchness in the bathrooms. It makes me hate myself. There is no way I can possibly enter a stall and get the door closed. And if I do somehow squeeze the door pass my hips without falling into the toilet, I have to go through a similar contortion act to get out. I'm 5'6", ~135 pounds and I can't fit in a fucking bathroom stall. It's ridiculous.
I went to the gym for 35 minutes in hopes that one day I will be able to use a bathroom in this building. I wanted to die after 10 but kept pushing myself. I didn't think I'd make it to 20. But when everyone who arrived after me started leaving before me, I got all competitive, and lasted out the 35 minutes and 670 cals. Go me. That like worked off that cinnamon bun I shouldn't have eaten in the first place.
I have a load of laundry in the washer, need to change my sheets coz they reek, need to read a lot of stuff for lit, and hope to hell that I get the puppet show stuff done soon.
My head hurts.