Fifty minute thesis lesson. A fifty minute thesis lesson. I think my brain imploded. Violently imploded. Squidgy bits are everywhere. Erm...splat! And I got into it with the Oaf a bit. More than a bit. Very stressed. Kind of ill.

Made a lot of chocolate chip cookie dough. A lot. Which means a lot of cookies. A lot of cookies that need eating.

Time to go out for icecapades.

Santa bomber hat + Caffeine+ No Sleep = Ornament Fight

Moving on. Yes. Moving on. Done. It only took me, oh...about nine years to figure out that he's not going to change. Which is fine. I miss talking with him---a lot.

Found a fantastic new cookie recipe---orange and chocolate all in one! It takes chocolate, chocolate chips, and orange juice! A-MAZ-ING! Let me know if you want any ( Read more... )

1) Can't wait for work. I get to wear a dress and sing I feel pretty while handing out coffee, cookies, and christmas trees.

2) Haven't stabbed brain out with fork.

3) Cornbread + Creamed Corn+ Fried Eggs+ Salsa= Crazy Delicious

4) All work and no play....

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Ackl. Been sitting in the lab at school trying to get everything done for the next week. Applying for a second job right now--for whenever winter break begins. Hopefully the bookstore thing will work out, I really don't want to be a corporate whore for Bath and Body Works. I mean, there's the discount and everything but it would be like working the ( Read more... )

Oh bother.

So much to do, so little time...what a waste of mind. I could really use a cup of hot tea and a long chat. Drama-rama-mamas. But--must put fangs away and play well with others.

I scuttled around work in a children's cockroach costume--it was hot. Guess who'd survive a nuclear holocaust? Me!