bad luck with muffins
You see, I am incapable of eating an entire muffin in one sitting, so I usually end up saving half for later. Good deal, right? Unfortunately, I lack the ability to take proper care of my lingering muffins. I found one squished flat in the bottom of my bookbag last week, and it had been in there for at least two days. Just yesterday, I found the sad remains of a chocolate muffin squashed beneath my laptop. I don't know how this happens!!
I told the ramen story at work today. People seemed more aghast at the fact that I had cooked ramen in the coffeemaker than the fact that I then ate it off the floor. Perhaps I'm not telling the story properly? Or perhaps their priorities are just as screwy as mine. Sigh.
I was in the library last night, doing some last-minute work on a prose piece for my creative writing class. It was about mummies. (I am frightened of mummies.) Anyway, right as I was reaching the end of some fantastic descriptive imagery about withering husks of flesh, I glanced something moving out of the corner of my eye. I turned, found a teeny, tiny little white spider sitting on my shoulder... and screamed.
Yeah. In the middle of the library.
No one came to investigate the noise, though, which is disturbing on yet another level.
Work continues to be awesome, my classes continue to make me insanely busy, and I am ready to go to sleep for a million years. I am thrilled with the reception to my Sam vid -- thank you all. I will be replying to comments shortly. But first, I have to finish this essay. And sleep. And then I will reply to comments. *hugs* Oh, and for y'all that it concerns, I haven't been able to log onto IRC from my college network lately. So, blah, that's where I've been, and maybe I will be online sometime this weekend? Silly Mountie School.
My feet were cold just now, so I wrapped myself entirely in my comforter and announced proudly to my roommate, "I'm a burrito!" She was not impressed.
I told the ramen story at work today. People seemed more aghast at the fact that I had cooked ramen in the coffeemaker than the fact that I then ate it off the floor. Perhaps I'm not telling the story properly? Or perhaps their priorities are just as screwy as mine. Sigh.
I was in the library last night, doing some last-minute work on a prose piece for my creative writing class. It was about mummies. (I am frightened of mummies.) Anyway, right as I was reaching the end of some fantastic descriptive imagery about withering husks of flesh, I glanced something moving out of the corner of my eye. I turned, found a teeny, tiny little white spider sitting on my shoulder... and screamed.
Yeah. In the middle of the library.
No one came to investigate the noise, though, which is disturbing on yet another level.
Work continues to be awesome, my classes continue to make me insanely busy, and I am ready to go to sleep for a million years. I am thrilled with the reception to my Sam vid -- thank you all. I will be replying to comments shortly. But first, I have to finish this essay. And sleep. And then I will reply to comments. *hugs* Oh, and for y'all that it concerns, I haven't been able to log onto IRC from my college network lately. So, blah, that's where I've been, and maybe I will be online sometime this weekend? Silly Mountie School.
My feet were cold just now, so I wrapped myself entirely in my comforter and announced proudly to my roommate, "I'm a burrito!" She was not impressed.