hello there, serial adder.
That's great. A real harm to my reputation, right there. SOMEBODY ADDED ME TO THEIR SERIAL ACCOUNT. I think I'm going to go slit my wrists right now. There is no further reason to live, because this person somehow acquired savvy web skills (well, really, I don't know how he or she made it say 'stalking' and 'stalked by' on its user-info -- pretty damn savvy) and INCONVENIENCED ME. *GASP* :O!!!
Hot Jesus on a stick, like I care who has me added. It's nice being added and all, but ... ahh. Chesh says it's an April Fools' Day joke. Damn. I've been fooled.
I forgot it was April Fool's Day, too. Even though I changed my calendar. I think I've been fooled twice, if that counts.
I've spent all evening packing. Why? I really love to pack, that's why. I managed to fit more clothes than I thought I could into my suitcase, and the pathetic part is that I still have plenty to wear until then (seeing as I don't wear super-cool clothes when I'm just bumming around the house, which I do A LOT, and also because I have a dumb amount of clothing, but my closet could still hold more, so I think that's a good sign). "Then" is 14 days away, still. BUT THAT IS SO SOON. I'm goin' to see CHESH! WOOOOTAAAAAH. I am. I also need to get my gluteus maximus in super-mode and do homework like I do your mom.
HOT FREAKING SHIT THAT IS SWEET. I AM SLOW. It says 'stalking' and 'stalked by' now! I hate the term friends list! Stalking is so much cooler, and much more accurate. I actually stalk more people than I have on my friends list, it's just that I don't want to read their journals every time I click... err... since I use the old one, it says 'friends' up there still. I wonder if it says 'stalked' somewhere. That's totally sweet.
I also packed a 19" carry-on with: the Game Cube, 3 controllers, 2 cords, 2 games, 5 DVDs, one hat, a pair of socks, a bag of pads, Death comics, a mini sports bag full of toiletries, bottles of shampoo and conditioner, a dress, a sweater, a skirt, 3 thin boas, aaaand... that's it, at the moment. But it's a damn LOT to fit in there. I love to pack. God, how I love to pack. Travelling isn't so much my thing, but this is going to be the first fun trip I've ever taken WITHOUT MY PARENTS. Yes, I had to be 18 and three months old before I could take one. Isn't that pathetic? My parents are slavedrivers. No, seriously. I am like their maid. You should see our kitchen at night.
At least they're cleaning out and reorganizing the library, a room that will, someday, fall into the basement with the weight of all my dad's train/plane/boat/war/Far Side/conspiracy books. Or so I'm convinced. Add to that the weight of the fur my cat sheds in there and we're heading for disaster. MAYDAY.
Darth Chesh: I feel like I belong! I've been included in a livejournal april fools joke!
J.
Oh, yeah. Smeg did this, so I will too. List of what must be done by this cell mass before it is put into transit-mode to Washington:
- through lesson 1 test in Spanish, you loser! LOSER.
- through lesson 2 test and essay in science
- through lesson 3, if I'm lucky, in English
- finish part 1 exam for sociology
- through lesson 4 in sociology, but not unless all the above is done
- through lesson 2 in Spanish, but same
- clean and vacuum and dust room but I'll have to do this again the day before I go.
- finish packing and repack and et cetera pretty much done with that, aside from things that can't be packed until the night before/day we leave.
- refill medicines just before the 15th
- sleep at night
- put up new curtains
- send off Chesh and Nicky's boxes
- arrange cyst surgery, if they ever call us
- finish reading The Moor's Last Sigh
- buy Sandman #6
- get Sandman #whatever and #something back from Megan
- get Sally and Reagan gifts
Q.
Hot Jesus on a stick, like I care who has me added. It's nice being added and all, but ... ahh. Chesh says it's an April Fools' Day joke. Damn. I've been fooled.
I forgot it was April Fool's Day, too. Even though I changed my calendar. I think I've been fooled twice, if that counts.
I've spent all evening packing. Why? I really love to pack, that's why. I managed to fit more clothes than I thought I could into my suitcase, and the pathetic part is that I still have plenty to wear until then (seeing as I don't wear super-cool clothes when I'm just bumming around the house, which I do A LOT, and also because I have a dumb amount of clothing, but my closet could still hold more, so I think that's a good sign). "Then" is 14 days away, still. BUT THAT IS SO SOON. I'm goin' to see CHESH! WOOOOTAAAAAH. I am. I also need to get my gluteus maximus in super-mode and do homework like I do your mom.
HOT FREAKING SHIT THAT IS SWEET. I AM SLOW. It says 'stalking' and 'stalked by' now! I hate the term friends list! Stalking is so much cooler, and much more accurate. I actually stalk more people than I have on my friends list, it's just that I don't want to read their journals every time I click... err... since I use the old one, it says 'friends' up there still. I wonder if it says 'stalked' somewhere. That's totally sweet.
I also packed a 19" carry-on with: the Game Cube, 3 controllers, 2 cords, 2 games, 5 DVDs, one hat, a pair of socks, a bag of pads, Death comics, a mini sports bag full of toiletries, bottles of shampoo and conditioner, a dress, a sweater, a skirt, 3 thin boas, aaaand... that's it, at the moment. But it's a damn LOT to fit in there. I love to pack. God, how I love to pack. Travelling isn't so much my thing, but this is going to be the first fun trip I've ever taken WITHOUT MY PARENTS. Yes, I had to be 18 and three months old before I could take one. Isn't that pathetic? My parents are slavedrivers. No, seriously. I am like their maid. You should see our kitchen at night.
At least they're cleaning out and reorganizing the library, a room that will, someday, fall into the basement with the weight of all my dad's train/plane/boat/war/Far Side/conspiracy books. Or so I'm convinced. Add to that the weight of the fur my cat sheds in there and we're heading for disaster. MAYDAY.
Darth Chesh: I feel like I belong! I've been included in a livejournal april fools joke!
J.
Oh, yeah. Smeg did this, so I will too. List of what must be done by this cell mass before it is put into transit-mode to Washington:
- through lesson 1 test in Spanish, you loser! LOSER.
- through lesson 2 test and essay in science
- through lesson 3, if I'm lucky, in English
- finish part 1 exam for sociology
- through lesson 4 in sociology, but not unless all the above is done
- through lesson 2 in Spanish, but same
- clean and vacuum and dust room but I'll have to do this again the day before I go.
- finish packing and repack and et cetera pretty much done with that, aside from things that can't be packed until the night before/day we leave.
- refill medicines just before the 15th
- sleep at night
- put up new curtains
- send off Chesh and Nicky's boxes
- arrange cyst surgery, if they ever call us
- finish reading The Moor's Last Sigh
- buy Sandman #6
- get Sandman #whatever and #something back from Megan
- get Sally and Reagan gifts
Q.