"To stay or to go?" "... Both!" "HELEN, STOP BEING CONTRARY."
I-I'm okay! I got through class and then just e-mailed my scene to my professor, because sitting for three hours and listening to that one scene the guy wrote ABOUT THE KID WHO COMMITS SUICIDE BY SHOOTING HIMSELF IN THE HEAD IS NOT SOMETHING KIA COULD HAVE SAT THROUGH DRY-EYED.
God, I hate this time of year. x.x And yes, Sarah, we are totally obtaining mardi gras beads one year (in a NON-FLASHING WAY PLS) for her.
Sorry for worrying you guys and thanks a lot for the comments. I'm more or less okay now and I'm planning on just writing/drawing for myself this weekend. ... Shut up, it's how I destress.
But Heather and Helen hauled me off to Arby's last night, which wound up being epic because Helen had never been to Arby's before. And Kia got locked in the car. And the guy sort of failed with the milkshakes.
Guy: Two Jamochas, one chocolate.
Me: *sipping as we leave* Tastes like vanilla.
Heather: ... Mine, too.
Helen: VANILLA IS NOT COFFEE.
Heather: ... clearly the guy was trying to imply something.
Me: ... WHITE POWER? D:
But nothing cheers me up like mozzarella sticks, let me tell you.
And Dad picked me up around 11, went to Costco, came home, typed a bit, lost seven minutes of my life to Horatio's really bad one-liners (THANKS A LOT, JEN), drabbled and now I'm at work for another hour or so. It should be fairly busy this weekend, though, so I won't be bored tomorrow, at least.
(AND OH MY GOD WHY HAVE THE DAMNED WEBKINZ TAKEN OVER THE STORE THEY'RE EVERYWHEEEEEEEERE)
Christmas card/Drabble request post up this weekend, so keep an eye out for that, please.
For the closer, as it's Friday and all...
LAST CHANCE TO COMMENT OR BE REMOVED FROM THE FLIST. Don't get me wrong, I love you all, but is there really a point to friending me if you never read the entries? JUST CHECKING.
*sits and waits for shift to eeeeend D:*
... oh yes.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GOJYO~
God, I hate this time of year. x.x And yes, Sarah, we are totally obtaining mardi gras beads one year (in a NON-FLASHING WAY PLS) for her.
Sorry for worrying you guys and thanks a lot for the comments. I'm more or less okay now and I'm planning on just writing/drawing for myself this weekend. ... Shut up, it's how I destress.
But Heather and Helen hauled me off to Arby's last night, which wound up being epic because Helen had never been to Arby's before. And Kia got locked in the car. And the guy sort of failed with the milkshakes.
Guy: Two Jamochas, one chocolate.
Me: *sipping as we leave* Tastes like vanilla.
Heather: ... Mine, too.
Helen: VANILLA IS NOT COFFEE.
Heather: ... clearly the guy was trying to imply something.
Me: ... WHITE POWER? D:
But nothing cheers me up like mozzarella sticks, let me tell you.
And Dad picked me up around 11, went to Costco, came home, typed a bit, lost seven minutes of my life to Horatio's really bad one-liners (THANKS A LOT, JEN), drabbled and now I'm at work for another hour or so. It should be fairly busy this weekend, though, so I won't be bored tomorrow, at least.
(AND OH MY GOD WHY HAVE THE DAMNED WEBKINZ TAKEN OVER THE STORE THEY'RE EVERYWHEEEEEEEERE)
Christmas card/Drabble request post up this weekend, so keep an eye out for that, please.
For the closer, as it's Friday and all...
LAST CHANCE TO COMMENT OR BE REMOVED FROM THE FLIST. Don't get me wrong, I love you all, but is there really a point to friending me if you never read the entries? JUST CHECKING.
*sits and waits for shift to eeeeend D:*
... oh yes.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GOJYO~