diagnosis murder
So for the first time ever I braved the Health and Wellness Center. That's right folks, the diagnosis is grim....I have....the pinkeye!! I'm not sure from whom or where I've picked it up, but there you have it. Or rather, there I have it. Anyways, I plan on having some fun with it. There's been talk of an eyepatch (with a unicorn and a rainbow!) and I've also decided that I should yell at the bar, "Don't touch me, I'm CONTAGIOUS!!" but fail to specify what I have. Hahaha. And in my true style I wore a pink sweatshirt today to match my eye. Classy, I know. Oh and Westersee asked if I wanted to rub eyes together....haha...creeeeepppyyy....yeesss...
Anyways, enough of that stuff. Because of the aforementioned dastardly disease, I've received a reprieve from both work and Caving meetings tonight so I am footloose and fancy free. So I guess I'm utilizing said time to clean my room/decorate and if the muse so inspires tackling that huge load of homework. Notice, I'm desperate enough to clean before the homework. At least I've got my priorities straight.
Campus seems kinda lonely this year. I feel like I get bored a lot more. Or maybe it's a different kind of restlessness. Two other people is slightly less entertaining than one hundred other people. It gives me more time to "study". And then of course there's the blur of weekends that I do most of my misbehaving during...
Other than that it's a beautiful day, so perhaps a project out on the porch or more sidewalk chalk. Hmmmmmm
Until then.
Anyways, enough of that stuff. Because of the aforementioned dastardly disease, I've received a reprieve from both work and Caving meetings tonight so I am footloose and fancy free. So I guess I'm utilizing said time to clean my room/decorate and if the muse so inspires tackling that huge load of homework. Notice, I'm desperate enough to clean before the homework. At least I've got my priorities straight.
Campus seems kinda lonely this year. I feel like I get bored a lot more. Or maybe it's a different kind of restlessness. Two other people is slightly less entertaining than one hundred other people. It gives me more time to "study". And then of course there's the blur of weekends that I do most of my misbehaving during...
Other than that it's a beautiful day, so perhaps a project out on the porch or more sidewalk chalk. Hmmmmmm
Until then.