Star Trek drinking game: Drink everytime Spock holds Kirk's hand. Enjoy your hangover.
*falls asleep*
Went to the library, finished paper, got my midterm back, invited Ben over to finish off the last of the Smirnoff and watched 6 episodes of Star Trek. Yay, instant play on Netflix + 32 inch HDTV that can be hooked up to my laptop. Life is beautiful. I can actually watched myself type on a 32 inch screen, woooo. It's all blurry because I'm not wearing my glasses.
And arguably because of the vodka. I'm thinking glasses, though. I can type one handed still, so I don't think my coordination is that off. (I'm pretty certain I could be passed out on the floor and still be able to type with both hands, at this point).
Still plotting making bad movies, provided we can find someone with a camcorder/find a decent camcorder for relatively cheap. So far we need to make a zombie movie and our own Star Trek series. Both of which necessitate me with my Miku wig, so I guess it's a good thing I've ordered it? You'd think a bright teal wig wouldn't have so many uses.
JB's apparently coming over tomorrow? Or something? I have no idea. I gave him my new cell number and he messaged me a couple hours ago freaking out about how it doesn't work when uh... it does. So I assume he wrote it down wrong or misdialed or something. Or maybe he called while I was one the phone with Ben and didn't bother to notice that the answering message was just the default or something. Old number still technically works, so uh, it doesn't matter all that much. Just a matter of whether the call is free or not for me. :/ But uh, yeah, looking at one of this other millions of messages he apparently thought my number was blahblahblah-202, as opposed to like.. 235. Which just makes me blink and go "... JB, you don't work. That is so not my number's fault. D:"
Went to the library, finished paper, got my midterm back, invited Ben over to finish off the last of the Smirnoff and watched 6 episodes of Star Trek. Yay, instant play on Netflix + 32 inch HDTV that can be hooked up to my laptop. Life is beautiful. I can actually watched myself type on a 32 inch screen, woooo. It's all blurry because I'm not wearing my glasses.
And arguably because of the vodka. I'm thinking glasses, though. I can type one handed still, so I don't think my coordination is that off. (I'm pretty certain I could be passed out on the floor and still be able to type with both hands, at this point).
Still plotting making bad movies, provided we can find someone with a camcorder/find a decent camcorder for relatively cheap. So far we need to make a zombie movie and our own Star Trek series. Both of which necessitate me with my Miku wig, so I guess it's a good thing I've ordered it? You'd think a bright teal wig wouldn't have so many uses.
JB's apparently coming over tomorrow? Or something? I have no idea. I gave him my new cell number and he messaged me a couple hours ago freaking out about how it doesn't work when uh... it does. So I assume he wrote it down wrong or misdialed or something. Or maybe he called while I was one the phone with Ben and didn't bother to notice that the answering message was just the default or something. Old number still technically works, so uh, it doesn't matter all that much. Just a matter of whether the call is free or not for me. :/ But uh, yeah, looking at one of this other millions of messages he apparently thought my number was blahblahblah-202, as opposed to like.. 235. Which just makes me blink and go "... JB, you don't work. That is so not my number's fault. D:"