procrastination nation...
I must start with the riotous:
"And remember, one degree closer to Kevin Bacon means you're one degree farther from God."
"Oh no! We hit a minority child!"
"There is no crying in acedemia."
This entry is purely a break from the monstrous hellcious essay I am attempting to write. At first, it was an interesting topic...but now I hate it... I've decided that I'm just going to write all shit concerned and then try to organize it...because that small multi task undertaking is hurting my brain cells. I just finished a section that was giving me a lot of trouble...and it probably will continue to so do, but I feel a lot better about it. Atleast now I know that I'm going to hit the page requirement. GO ME :-D
This has been a really stressful week. I repeat REALLY STRESSFUL week. I did get some Christmas shopping done which I'm psyched about though. I'm actually really excited for Christmas this year. I think I am every year, but who's remembering? I don't know why, but I'm getting all psyched out by the heinous Christmas decorations I see everywhere.
In the mean time, my room is either boiling or frigid. It sucks.
I am a cousin! (again.) Rob and Ange had a beautiful baby boy dubbed Luke. I'm in the process of knitting his baby blanket...I'm gonna hafta get my grove on though because I wanna have one of these suckers done for Orion by Christmas too.
You know, it feels really good to here those three words sometimes. Really good. I think that's one thing that I could never give up.
end mushiness.
I bought whiskey! The consequetial night after I bought whiskey was interesting. Fun, but interesting. It was neat to hang out with Katie again. I love gin. BUT! I also am falling rather hard and fast for this mist of canadia. I both blame and thank Mizz Suze.
Hey, did you just call me?
No.
EXACTLY.
Call me my ass....
And that's all I can really think of to write...save that Skids is kinda a douchebag...a hypocritical douchebag...or is that included in the definition?
Either way...that's all.
Thank you for your time.
"And remember, one degree closer to Kevin Bacon means you're one degree farther from God."
"Oh no! We hit a minority child!"
"There is no crying in acedemia."
This entry is purely a break from the monstrous hellcious essay I am attempting to write. At first, it was an interesting topic...but now I hate it... I've decided that I'm just going to write all shit concerned and then try to organize it...because that small multi task undertaking is hurting my brain cells. I just finished a section that was giving me a lot of trouble...and it probably will continue to so do, but I feel a lot better about it. Atleast now I know that I'm going to hit the page requirement. GO ME :-D
This has been a really stressful week. I repeat REALLY STRESSFUL week. I did get some Christmas shopping done which I'm psyched about though. I'm actually really excited for Christmas this year. I think I am every year, but who's remembering? I don't know why, but I'm getting all psyched out by the heinous Christmas decorations I see everywhere.
In the mean time, my room is either boiling or frigid. It sucks.
I am a cousin! (again.) Rob and Ange had a beautiful baby boy dubbed Luke. I'm in the process of knitting his baby blanket...I'm gonna hafta get my grove on though because I wanna have one of these suckers done for Orion by Christmas too.
You know, it feels really good to here those three words sometimes. Really good. I think that's one thing that I could never give up.
end mushiness.
I bought whiskey! The consequetial night after I bought whiskey was interesting. Fun, but interesting. It was neat to hang out with Katie again. I love gin. BUT! I also am falling rather hard and fast for this mist of canadia. I both blame and thank Mizz Suze.
Hey, did you just call me?
No.
EXACTLY.
Call me my ass....
And that's all I can really think of to write...save that Skids is kinda a douchebag...a hypocritical douchebag...or is that included in the definition?
Either way...that's all.
Thank you for your time.