For now I'll lie around-- hell, that's all I can really do.
Well, I'm alive.
I was going to update something on Thursday night, but I got struck with a case of nausea and a headache that lasted over 24 hours. I slept it off, and am feeling much better, but my entire room smells like bodily fluids-- oh hell. *turns on "Long View"-- appropriate music* Sleeping for something like 18 hours over 24 is refreshing, even if I do feel weak still, but that has something to do with not eating in two days. I'm glad I've recovered in time for Strike, though. I do not need to miss that. I'm not allowed to miss that.
So everyone loves my shaved head, save for two girls on my floor. The head of the theatre department made me walk up to him and started rubbing my head, saying "We could put felt disciples on your head!" An associate prof looked over at me and said "The things some students will do to get the TD's attention." Ahahaha. Apparently he just figured out I'm my dad's daughter, too-- despite the fact that we look nothing alike, he's gotten hung up on the fact that I'm tattooed and bald and my dad is-- more conservative-looking (but not acting). Maybe if he looked he'd notice my tattoo is a line of medieval poetry? Puts me in standing with my dad. XD
I really want another tattoo, incidentally. I don't know what I'd get, though-- I'm still taken with the idea of getting Raven stealing the sun from the PNW Native American legend, because I really love the symbolism of Raven, but I'm still not so big on the Native art, for some reason. And I might stick to the theme of text only for a while. Something to think about, at least-- and I can't afford a tattoo right now anyway, I'm in debt and I have to buy my baby food today.
Kim Segall has told me I'm officially going to Africa as soon as my PA turns her evaluation in. Which reminds me, I need to turn in my passport copies in.
Fair damsel gandsgirl is fighting for my honor at her melée in a few weeks, and I need to send her a favour. Claire darling, I'm aware that you're not Lister, but am I allowed to embroider "SMEG" on the favor? Or would that jinx you?
I've been having such a Green Day week. I want someone to sing "Pulling Teeth" about me. "Is she ultra-violent, is she disturbed?" should be on a default icon for me. And in keeping with "Long View," I'm bored, I smell pretty awful and masturbation isn't sounding amazingly appealing right now.
I was going to update something on Thursday night, but I got struck with a case of nausea and a headache that lasted over 24 hours. I slept it off, and am feeling much better, but my entire room smells like bodily fluids-- oh hell. *turns on "Long View"-- appropriate music* Sleeping for something like 18 hours over 24 is refreshing, even if I do feel weak still, but that has something to do with not eating in two days. I'm glad I've recovered in time for Strike, though. I do not need to miss that. I'm not allowed to miss that.
So everyone loves my shaved head, save for two girls on my floor. The head of the theatre department made me walk up to him and started rubbing my head, saying "We could put felt disciples on your head!" An associate prof looked over at me and said "The things some students will do to get the TD's attention." Ahahaha. Apparently he just figured out I'm my dad's daughter, too-- despite the fact that we look nothing alike, he's gotten hung up on the fact that I'm tattooed and bald and my dad is-- more conservative-looking (but not acting). Maybe if he looked he'd notice my tattoo is a line of medieval poetry? Puts me in standing with my dad. XD
I really want another tattoo, incidentally. I don't know what I'd get, though-- I'm still taken with the idea of getting Raven stealing the sun from the PNW Native American legend, because I really love the symbolism of Raven, but I'm still not so big on the Native art, for some reason. And I might stick to the theme of text only for a while. Something to think about, at least-- and I can't afford a tattoo right now anyway, I'm in debt and I have to buy my baby food today.
Kim Segall has told me I'm officially going to Africa as soon as my PA turns her evaluation in. Which reminds me, I need to turn in my passport copies in.
Fair damsel gandsgirl is fighting for my honor at her melée in a few weeks, and I need to send her a favour. Claire darling, I'm aware that you're not Lister, but am I allowed to embroider "SMEG" on the favor? Or would that jinx you?
I've been having such a Green Day week. I want someone to sing "Pulling Teeth" about me. "Is she ultra-violent, is she disturbed?" should be on a default icon for me. And in keeping with "Long View," I'm bored, I smell pretty awful and masturbation isn't sounding amazingly appealing right now.