When I say that I can't - or won't - talk about something, why do ten people immediately private message me asking what it is that I won't talk about?

I realize that this is, to some extent, just basic human nature, but it's still exceedingly frustrating.

Thanks to eleri, I found a way to get back from Minnesota after winter break for only sixty-four dollars.

Of course, I still have no idea how I'm getting to Minnesota, but that's another story...

I just got one of the Christmas presents I was most hoping for.

It was for someone else, not for me that I've been crossing my fingers it would arrive by Christmas. And I couldn't (can't) really say what it was or why, unfortunately, though some can probably guess.

But it's here now, and I'm very very excited.

Welcome home. :D

What was it you wanted?
          Could it be I'm haunted?

This afternoon around 5:30, when I should have been getting up from a nap and going to dinner, instead I fell into a really deep sleep for 2 hours. So deep that I woke up completely off my pillow with my toes curled to the point of cramping ( Read more... )

http://x.creativeinsanities.com/wish.htmlRead more... )

I am considering breaking one of my rules.

That is all.

Okay, docwebster beat me to it.

But I still have to share this delightfully catty movie review.

http://www.dallasobserver.com/issues/2003-11-20/film.html/1/index.html

Oh! Catty! I made a pun!

They should have a web site called "Hot or Knot" where you decide if you'd rather marry or screw someone based on the picture they submit.

Why am I sitting here eating cold Chef Boyardee Spaghetti & Meatballs out of the can?

Oh, right, because I'm a grad student.

(Okay, so I'd probably be doing it anyway, but I can pretend.)