Well, it's Thursday
And you know what that means. No, you don't. Cause you, Livejournal, are not a York student.
It is pub night. Or, if you are me, it is hide in your dorm with your new Josh Joplin CD and maybe do some laundry.
I really need to cut my nails, but it's hard to do that in front of your roommate. I don't know why... it just is. The teacup next to me sits next to yellow dishsoap and a sponge. I have not used the sponge; the teacup is still dirty.
Victoria and I have an interesting weekend planned. It's not great, but it'll do. Something to keep us from staying in bed all day... an activity of which we are both unhealthily fond. I'm excited about going to the grocery store. But I'd be more excited if BMO would give me some fucking checks. Cash sucks.
Okay. I have to go to science. Blech. Wish me sanity.
It is pub night. Or, if you are me, it is hide in your dorm with your new Josh Joplin CD and maybe do some laundry.
I really need to cut my nails, but it's hard to do that in front of your roommate. I don't know why... it just is. The teacup next to me sits next to yellow dishsoap and a sponge. I have not used the sponge; the teacup is still dirty.
Victoria and I have an interesting weekend planned. It's not great, but it'll do. Something to keep us from staying in bed all day... an activity of which we are both unhealthily fond. I'm excited about going to the grocery store. But I'd be more excited if BMO would give me some fucking checks. Cash sucks.
Okay. I have to go to science. Blech. Wish me sanity.