Late Night Shenanigans

Apparently my foray into lazy-ass LJ updating was a colossal failure, because, as 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*

Apt for the day, perhaps

Your comic relief saved you. You were probably
the hero's best friend and messed up a lot, but
helped him in some major way, believing in
yourself, near the end. As the sympathetic
character, you live.


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Having no survival skills whatsoever, and generally getting frightened by anything if in the dark, I agree with this misspelt assessment. Although if I survived until the end it would be because they needed a token black character more than anything. : /

Time passes

Dad came over today to cut my aunt's lawn. He and my cousin worked outside, I stayed upstairs "studying". I came down before he left and greeted him. Got a good look at him in the light. His beard and his moustache are seriously graying. I just...it makes him look so old. I never really thought of him as old before. It's like it happened overnight. Never noticed that before. It has me troubled.
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Watching "Celebrity Poker Showdown". This week's airing has Doogie Howser Neil Patrick Harris on it. I always call that man Doogie. It's ridiculous. 'til the day he dies he will be Doogie. I just find that funny (because I'm not the one forever associated with a character I played fifteen years ago). Even while watching Undercover Brother (such a tremendously funny movie) I kept calling the man Doogie. So much better than Neil Patrick Harris.

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To go? or not to go?
Not really a question. Just idle speculation.

A cheer goes out across the land

I feel like I'm always the last to know...

( Although I want the entire world to look at the hotness, the size AND the utter magnitude of hot that radiates from this thing screams for a cut. It's for your own good, people. )

My baby's in the studio working on his new album. He's in the mixing stages. I shiver with antici-

pation.

Who wants to come to a tour show with me?

Hey, don't all respond at once.