People are puking in my bathroom. I have to pee. Oh, and I want to shower. But can I? No. Because people are puking in my bathroom. Last night, they were in my bathroom, being loud and obnoxious. This morning, they're hurling in it. Imagine, if you will, how happy I'm not.

Hey, Bren? That frying pan would be awesome about now.

I'm mildly irritated.

Last night, I had a conversation with a friend that went something like this:

Her: You believe in God, don't you?

Me: (surprised, since that question came right out of the blue in the middle of a discussion about relationships) Yes.

Her: Oh.

(silence)

Her: You know, I don't think we should keep talking about that; it's kind of ( Read more... )

As of now, having just come back from physical therapy, I don't have a problem with my shoulder (as per the orthopedic surgeon I saw yesterday). No, I have a problem with my scapula. Of course, just about every muscle used to move your arm attaches to your scapula, ergo by proxy I have a shoulder and neck problem. Not like "OMG! MY NECK AND ( Read more... )

Note: I have given up titling these. I don't care so much. Although, it is helpful to keep track of them.

Sunday was the day from hell. Lisa's (my roommate's) boyfriend decided to surprise her a while back by taking her to Chicago to see Blue Man Group, and yesterday was D-day. Up at 7 to shower and then be on the road by 8. I was driving with Jen ( Read more... )

My arm hurts. A lot. Actually, it hasn't stopped hurting since Friday. My physical therapist, who I saw yesterday, finally just told me to go back to Doctor Byers (the doc who sent me to PT originally) to talk to her about it. I'm not doing that. Instead, I'm going to an orthopedic surgeon who will hopefully tell me why I can't hold a glass of ( Read more... )

Midterms are this week, but I don't have many. We don't have a Japanese midterm. I took a sort of midterm in my ESSE class this morning. I have an official midterm in Buddhism 101 on Wednesday. God, I hate that class.  The professor is a moron; he doesn't know anything about his own religion. I hate people like that ( Read more... )

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In the still of the desert night, Kos was unable to sleep. The tent was completely dark, but the still burning fire threw strange shadows against the outer wall. In the distance, he could hear strange sounds, like creatures howling in pain. For all he knew, they were. There was no familiar hum of electronics, no gentle light from the floor to ( Read more... )

So I haven't posted much of anything since school started because I've been so busy, but I thought this would warrant a post. Mostly because it's painfully amusing. More painful, less amusing. For me at least. Probably not for you.

On Friday night, I went with Lisa, Bryan and Jen to see Shrek. On the way back, I was talking to Jen and yawned very, ( Read more... )

Hello.

I am overwhelmed right now.

That is all.

Good bye.