Your mom is a subject.
Not much to blog about lately. Sunday night, the local Amnesty International will meet at a member's house, and there will likely be alcohol. This doesn't bug me, except I don't like the idea of people around me getting wasted when I'm counting on one for a ride back to my place. I never get drunk just because it kills brain cells, and... Well, if I wasn't smart, I'd have to try to get by with my looks and personality, which is a pretty scary idea if I think about it too much.
Student Government Elections are coming up, and there are two candidates for President. One of them had an ad in the Facebook sidebar. Obviously, I had no trouble choosing which to vote for.
I have two presentations and two papers waiting to be done. I'm at that moment between frantically writing and safely procrastinating.
Behind in Script Frenzy. Le sigh.
Last semester a nice guy asked me out and I politely told him no. I avoided him as nicely as possible because I felt incredibly awkward about it. A few days ago, he died of cancer. Then I passed his funeral procession on the way back to school.
It probably means I'm a terrible person that I find that even remotely funny.
Student Government Elections are coming up, and there are two candidates for President. One of them had an ad in the Facebook sidebar. Obviously, I had no trouble choosing which to vote for.
I have two presentations and two papers waiting to be done. I'm at that moment between frantically writing and safely procrastinating.
Behind in Script Frenzy. Le sigh.
Last semester a nice guy asked me out and I politely told him no. I avoided him as nicely as possible because I felt incredibly awkward about it. A few days ago, he died of cancer. Then I passed his funeral procession on the way back to school.
It probably means I'm a terrible person that I find that even remotely funny.