Stinky

I've decided not to shower this morning. It'll just cut into my posting time, and make my hair wet which will make me even colder in all my freezing cold classes. Maybe I should start working out at night and showering then... But then I'd be up until 2 every night. Ew.

I had two distinct dreams last night. One dream was that I developed very extreme romantic tension with someone living in Norman and was really confused about what to do (I can't even consider myself single in DREAMS, I'm always worrying about if Jason will find out or what Jason will think, hehe). I can't remember who the person was that I fell so hard for, though, and in fact I think that he was a made-up dream person. In the dream, of course, he was friends with all of my friends, and when we had some big party and he and I were doing nothing but sticking around each other and trying hard not to touch each other, everyone figured out what was going on and was very scandalized. Hey, he tried to kiss me goodnight and I said no! I'm still a good girl! ;)

My other dream involved being at a high school football game with Karen. We were in the stands watching -- well, mainly watching the two high-school bands have shout wars and music wars across the stadium. Then the weird part came... it was time for halftime, and the referee called up some assistant, who had been standing near our band, to talk about their half-time strategy. The bands lined up on the ends of the field and the two referees spaced themselves equally... and then "our" band began running down the field and the other band followed! The assistant referee was supposed to keep the other band from mirroring ours, it was some big calamity, and because their band met up with ours near the far goalpost, it made them have some kind of amazing lead when the bands started playing football against each other (bog). Anyway, as the assistant referee guy came back towards the sidelines, Karen and I started yelling mean things about him being a cheating traitor. At least "cheating traitor" were the words that made him look at me and walk towards me in the stands menacingly. He asked me why I would say that, and I said it was because he was a cheating traitor. He looked offended and told me I had skinny legs (meant in an insulting manner), and I just grinned (I was being a wise-ass) and told him thanks, I had been trying to watch my figure. And he said, "You think you look good?" and I said, "Definitely". He kind of snorted and walked off. Then for some reason as he was walking off he was pulling behind him some big sign on wheels, and I don't remember what it said but it made Karen and I burst out with laughter and he glared at us a lot. Then he flipped the sign over but that was even funnier because the sign featured the top half of some kind of old junky car and the man was walking just right so that the picture lined up with the bottom of HIS car, which wasn't junky, and made his car look really funny... So Karen and I laughed and laughed and I woke up.

Stinky

I've decided not to shower this morning. It'll just cut into my posting time, and make my hair wet which will make me even colder in all my freezing cold classes. Maybe I should start working out at night and showering then... But then I'd be up until 2 every night. Ew.

I had two distinct dreams last night. One dream was that I developed very extreme romantic tension with someone living in Norman and was really confused about what to do (I can't even consider myself single in DREAMS, I'm always worrying about if Jason will find out or what Jason will think, hehe). I can't remember who the person was that I fell so hard for, though, and in fact I think that he was a made-up dream person. In the dream, of course, he was friends with all of my friends, and when we had some big party and he and I were doing nothing but sticking around each other and trying hard not to touch each other, everyone figured out what was going on and was very scandalized. Hey, he tried to kiss me goodnight and I said no! I'm still a good girl! ;)

My other dream involved being at a high school football game with Karen. We were in the stands watching -- well, mainly watching the two high-school bands have shout wars and music wars across the stadium. Then the weird part came... it was time for halftime, and the referee called up some assistant, who had been standing near our band, to talk about their half-time strategy. The bands lined up on the ends of the field and the two referees spaced themselves equally... and then "our" band began running down the field and the other band followed! The assistant referee was supposed to keep the other band from mirroring ours, it was some big calamity, and because their band met up with ours near the far goalpost, it made them have some kind of amazing lead when the bands started playing football against each other (bog). Anyway, as the assistant referee guy came back towards the sidelines, Karen and I started yelling mean things about him being a cheating traitor. At least "cheating traitor" were the words that made him look at me and walk towards me in the stands menacingly. He asked me why I would say that, and I said it was because he was a cheating traitor. He looked offended and told me I had skinny legs (meant in an insulting manner), and I just grinned (I was being a wise-ass) and told him thanks, I had been trying to watch my figure. And he said, "You think you look good?" and I said, "Definitely". He kind of snorted and walked off. Then for some reason as he was walking off he was pulling behind him some big sign on wheels, and I don't remember what it said but it made Karen and I burst out with laughter and he glared at us a lot. Then he flipped the sign over but that was even funnier because the sign featured the top half of some kind of old junky car and the man was walking just right so that the picture lined up with the bottom of HIS car, which wasn't junky, and made his car look really funny... So Karen and I laughed and laughed and I woke up.

it's hard to stop crying, even when you're in class

I am the most clueless person in my German class.

it's hard to stop crying, even when you're in class

I am the most clueless person in my German class.

blegh

An entire 6-oz bag of cheddar goldfish has about 900 calories.
I'm trying to decide how much I care. I think I care more about the fact that the entire bag costs almost $2.

I'm on a hunt. A hunt for a day, an entire day, where something doesn't royally fuck up and make me want to quit life. It seems like such days should happen most of the time, but not really. I'd say less than 5% of the time for me, since school has started. 1 day in the last 20? Sounds right.

Caleb, the boy here at Saxon, doesn't understand that I don't like people. I don't like talking. I don't want to hear about his whole day. Soon I will tell him this (well I won't make that end part sound so bad. I will tell him that I know he's trying to be nice, but I'm just not a social person who likes random chatter.)

I'd call for a homework party at the lab tonight, but beware that from 8-9 there's a psychology class holding lab in there and we'd have to be quiet and non-disruptive. *snort*

blegh

An entire 6-oz bag of cheddar goldfish has about 900 calories.
I'm trying to decide how much I care. I think I care more about the fact that the entire bag costs almost $2.

I'm on a hunt. A hunt for a day, an entire day, where something doesn't royally fuck up and make me want to quit life. It seems like such days should happen most of the time, but not really. I'd say less than 5% of the time for me, since school has started. 1 day in the last 20? Sounds right.

Caleb, the boy here at Saxon, doesn't understand that I don't like people. I don't like talking. I don't want to hear about his whole day. Soon I will tell him this (well I won't make that end part sound so bad. I will tell him that I know he's trying to be nice, but I'm just not a social person who likes random chatter.)

I'd call for a homework party at the lab tonight, but beware that from 8-9 there's a psychology class holding lab in there and we'd have to be quiet and non-disruptive. *snort*

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Ozy and Millie, once again, makes sense of things.

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Ozy and Millie, once again, makes sense of things.

bum debum debum

I really did fall asleep at Saxon. This amazes me a bit. I mean, I was there, and tired, but I've never managed to sleep there before because of discomfort (and cold). But now I have this amazingly warm hoodie, and I just leaned my head on my arm and... woke up at 6:30. Good thing I didn't have lab until now (7) today ;)

Pixel likes to sleep on my laptop when it's closed. I guess it's warm. It's all hairy on top.

I found out what Karen did on Tuesday that was new and exciting and I've done before.. she made green curry! Good for her. The green curry recipe on the back of the curry sauce was too sweet for her, though, so collectively we suspect that if you're not going to put meat in it (like I usually do), don't put so much brown sugar in like the recipe asks for.

My life needs more tasty fruits and vegetables, warm hoodies, cats, sleep, and Jason, and less E&M.

The last of the macaroni and cheese salad is gone.

bum debum debum

I really did fall asleep at Saxon. This amazes me a bit. I mean, I was there, and tired, but I've never managed to sleep there before because of discomfort (and cold). But now I have this amazingly warm hoodie, and I just leaned my head on my arm and... woke up at 6:30. Good thing I didn't have lab until now (7) today ;)

Pixel likes to sleep on my laptop when it's closed. I guess it's warm. It's all hairy on top.

I found out what Karen did on Tuesday that was new and exciting and I've done before.. she made green curry! Good for her. The green curry recipe on the back of the curry sauce was too sweet for her, though, so collectively we suspect that if you're not going to put meat in it (like I usually do), don't put so much brown sugar in like the recipe asks for.

My life needs more tasty fruits and vegetables, warm hoodies, cats, sleep, and Jason, and less E&M.

The last of the macaroni and cheese salad is gone.

sigh

Well, it's that time again. The time when I get so frustrated with E&M homework that I'm near tears and have to stop. It's due tomorrow, but I guess at this point it doesn't matter. I don't know the math anyway.

sigh

Well, it's that time again. The time when I get so frustrated with E&M homework that I'm near tears and have to stop. It's due tomorrow, but I guess at this point it doesn't matter. I don't know the math anyway.