I went over to
hesitantcow's house tonight and did laundry (clean clothes FTW), and while we were there, her roommate brought over this guy. This HOT BRAZILIAN GUY. I am not even kidding. He was gorgeous. So jealous.
Anyway, yeah. There is a Direct Loans envelope staring at me. I HATE PAYING SHIT. Money sucks. Blah.
I have so not been productive at all. I took a 3 hour nap today b/c I ate a bowl of cereal this morning and I don't think the milk was good...My stomach hurt all day after that. I feel fine now, but really, ick. I NEED TO GET WRITING DONE. I am at the end of season 3 in the manifesto, though, so now it's a matter of getting through season 4 (OMG, Bramy stuff in like EVERY FUCKING EPISODE), and then seasons 5 & 6 should go fairly quickly. But it's taking me forever to write, and that's annoying. I think I am going to do some general organizing of a few misplaced things in my room and then get back into catching up on fictionpress/ff.net/FRVS/NCIS fic and writing poetry/fanfic/Bramy manifesto/Adventures in Journalism and I'll be good. I need to make some more tea and find something to eat before I do that, though. Yes. I have a game plan. Staying up all night b/c I don't have to be up to look for jobs/watch JA tomorrow.
You will hear from me at random points during my writing/reading extravaganza. I hope to catch up on some LJ posts, too. I'm so horrible. :/
And oh! Whoever was making me Mike Doughty icons (I think it was
tinyangl?), poke me and tell me you want lyrics. I will be thinking. I'm already thinking about getting new icons. *sigh* I am so ADD.