gonna get me a little oblivion
So apparently some girl in Lisa's hallways has scabies. (Don't look it up in Wikipedia, seriously. You'll itch for hours.) We discussed highly unfeasible quarantine measures, and then she decided to go to bed.
catalyst448: good night
catalyst448: and if you say
catalyst448: don't let the bedbugs bite
catalyst448: i'll cut a bitch
So I didn't.
Instead, I'm sitting here listening to Counting Crows on repeat and agonizing over the fact that I can't get any work done. I do not take criticism well, even when it's deserved. My shitty thesis prospectus has pretty much caused the loss of this entire day. And possibly the onset of some kind of nervous disorder. I keep getting frustrated and throwing pens. For all I'm crap at throwing knives, I can do severe damage to a pen.
I'm going to go read some Austen and pretend to study French.
Dude. I told you not to look it up.