Late Night Shenanigans
Oct. 31st, 2004 12:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fredericksApparently my foray into lazy-ass LJ updating was a colossal failure, because, as ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gorzo so tactfully put it, my phone "sucks" (that's what friends are for, eh?). So the phone post that all two of you slogged your way through (and I do appreciate the fact that y'all bothered at all, seeing as, yeah, my phone has issues) has been summarily deleted. I'll try it again in the future, and this time I'll enunciate and speak loudly and slowly, you know, the way everyone always tells you to speak.
[Insert whiny bitchiness about Anatomy Lab Practical]
I've gone through all of my underwear. It's a sign that I really didn't plan on staying here as long as I have. I always overpack. ALWAYS. I came here with a fairly large gym bag, my (big, sack-like) purse, a plastic bag filled with books, and my bookbag. Yet somehow I only bring four changes of underwear? That's what I'm doing up right now, waiting for my clothes to wash so I can stick them in the dryer and then, bam!, warm undies on my ass. Glorious, glorious, mountain breeze fresh warm undies. During my wait, I'm studying off and on while scaring myself shitless watching 28 Days Later. I saw this thing in the theatre, and yet I still get seriously spooked by it. It doesn't help that I'm watching it in a basement with few lights on around me. Uhm, yeah. Happy flippin' Halloween. Now watch out for the Infected.
No trick-or-treating, no Village Parade for me. I'm just going to sit (lie) in and cram. I'm tempted to forgo my bath and just go to sleep now. I'm tired from Project Happy, yes, but luckily I spent my last hour there rolling around in a wheelchair (one of the good things about working with children with handicaps? there's ready access to ambulatory aids) so my knees are relatively quiet. But going without a bath is just dirty. Yup. I'll be up.
I'm so glad I have such a vivacious social life. *eye roll*
gorzo so tactfully put it, my phone "sucks" (that's what friends are for, eh?). So the phone post that all two of you slogged your way through (and I do appreciate the fact that y'all bothered at all, seeing as, yeah, my phone has issues) has been summarily deleted. I'll try it again in the future, and this time I'll enunciate and speak loudly and slowly, you know, the way everyone always tells you to speak. [Insert whiny bitchiness about Anatomy Lab Practical]
I've gone through all of my underwear. It's a sign that I really didn't plan on staying here as long as I have. I always overpack. ALWAYS. I came here with a fairly large gym bag, my (big, sack-like) purse, a plastic bag filled with books, and my bookbag. Yet somehow I only bring four changes of underwear? That's what I'm doing up right now, waiting for my clothes to wash so I can stick them in the dryer and then, bam!, warm undies on my ass. Glorious, glorious, mountain breeze fresh warm undies. During my wait, I'm studying off and on while scaring myself shitless watching 28 Days Later. I saw this thing in the theatre, and yet I still get seriously spooked by it. It doesn't help that I'm watching it in a basement with few lights on around me. Uhm, yeah. Happy flippin' Halloween. Now watch out for the Infected.
No trick-or-treating, no Village Parade for me. I'm just going to sit (lie) in and cram. I'm tempted to forgo my bath and just go to sleep now. I'm tired from Project Happy, yes, but luckily I spent my last hour there rolling around in a wheelchair (one of the good things about working with children with handicaps? there's ready access to ambulatory aids) so my knees are relatively quiet. But going without a bath is just dirty. Yup. I'll be up.
I'm so glad I have such a vivacious social life. *eye roll*
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Date: 2004-11-01 02:17 pm (UTC)ah, oh well. i'll hope.
my anatomy class wasnt anywhere near as difficult as yours seems to be. i guess my crappy teacher is a factor.
you and me both. *trying out the new quote feature. how neat*
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Date: 2004-11-01 02:47 pm (UTC)I don't know if my class is difficult, or if I just get off on bitching about it. The whining makes doing okay feel that much better, and avoiding failure that much more of a motivator.