So I looked at my journal today and realized with some interest that I haven't updated since the 27th of September. I guess it's not too surprising, I kind of feel like I isolated myself from everyone this semester; not in an ironic lame hipster "nobody understands my pain" way but moreso just "flailing around madly and trying not to let crap get ( Read more... )

Hey all,

Quick shoutout to the real world to inform one and all of the Math Mixer on Friday (5-8pm, HH-3026).
It will feature me as batendress/barefoot booze wench extraordinaire and will feature in a co-starring role six different kinds of beer ($2.00 apiece).

Come out or I won't love you anymore.

Official happy talk like a pirate day to all of you ( Read more... )

Just in time for "International Talk Like a Pirate" Day (I do believe it is tomorrow), I get an eyepatch. It's not so much an eyepatch as it is a mound of cotton swabbing adhering to me by twenty billion pieces of tape that cover half my face in a charming manner reminiscent of the Mummy.

storm_petrel keeps sneaking into my blind spot and then laughing ( Read more... )

Funny how a phone call can make you feel better about things.

um...look at my icon.

*flees*

My left eyeball has been throbbing all day. Advil has not affected it. Every two minutes or so it feels like somebody is grabbing it and squeezing it. It doesn't hurt cause it's the eyeball and not, say, the optic nerve, but um...creepy. Is this one of those things, that when someone is plotting your death, you feel it in your eyeball? Kind ( Read more... )

Happy 21st Birthday to my favourite bundle of neurotic joy.

Have a good day, Ana.

I need a keeper to tell me that chocolate icing is not a food group ( Read more... )

The air in this lab is squishing me.

The library mafia has called off its hit on me!

I am a free woman!

FREE, I tell you!