I suppose if anyone still actually reads my entries then you might like to know that surgery went well. Recovery is a bitch. Mostly the breathing issue, which while I thought it would be a non-issue, turns out to be, in fact, far and away the biggest issue and the root of many other more minor issues. What I wouldn't give to have needed say, ( Read more... )

I have finished my first semester, my surgery is on Monday, my friends are godly, and I couldn't possibly be more utterly dizzy from how much I fucking love life here.

me: creepiest conversation EVER
me: dad took lindsay back to [city she lives in] earlier today.
me: mom went to the guest bedroom, where lindsay had been staying, because dad was keeping her up.
me: so dad comes down and asks me, "do you know where your mom is?"
me: and i say, "guest room."
me: and he says, "that's where lindsay sleeps."
me: and i' ( Read more... )

Is it strange that I was honestly and seriously considering drinking tea out of a bowl because both my mugs are dirty and I don't want to wash them? For some reason I feel this is probably not unusual.

I have two research papers due next week, an exam Monday, an exam Tuesday, and an exam Wednesday ( Read more... )

Just as I was about to e-mail my professor to ask for a one day extension on a proposal for a paper, I found that he had e-mailed the whole class to push back the due date for the final proposal by two days. Color me ecstatic. Also tired.

Today is going to be about the least fun day ever.

Of course, if I had done any work over the weekend, or earlier in the week, on my annotated bibliography, things wouldn't be so bad. Grr.

I remember when I used to be able to get ready for school in 40 minutes... back when I didn't get on the comp every day while getting ready. And when the bathroom was two steps away, not a hall away. Two if mine is closed for cleaning.

Stupid clean bathrooms. What the hell were they thinking.

My roommate just asked me to turn off the light every time I leave the room, even when I'm just going to the bathroom, to conserve energy, yet she hasn't turned her computer off since we moved in.

My brother just tried to hack an AIM account I asked him to log into (I typed in the userinfo and password, didn't let him watch for the latter) so he could tell me when the person whose paper I was editing logged on. Of course, he tried to hack it in front of me, with his comp screen three inches from the center of my field of vision. And in the ( Read more... )