My car has returned from it's shadowy existence of not being with me. I missed it.
That said, I'm going to try to drive it less, because the concept of riding my bike pleases me. That and I can't get past the Parking Nazis at St.Lawrence with a car, and so can use my bike on forays in that direction.
Also, the car's going home for the winter this year. It has to be home by the beginning of december. I have nowhere to park it, and I don't want to use the lot in the park again this winter. That was just cruel of me.
Right... well... I guess it's bedtime. I'm only meant to have rehearsal at 12, but I have to drop off a table at 11.,
Yesterday ended up being a terrible terrible day. If you were looking online, I was probably in bed unable to sleep with an ice pack on my head. That or vomiting.
Oh... things you really didn't want to know.
Anyway, let's hope that this one is better, as if it's not I will actually spend the entire night crying in pain. Making a doctor's appointment for tomorrow.... now.,
I can't work while people walk by my window, squealing drunkenly and falling over themselves.
Homecoming... my favourite time of year.
It seems as though this entire city ends up inebriated. It's worse than saint patty's.
I can see the appeal, but... It's at the worst time, for an english major (every time is the worst time for an english major). I'm getting out of here, and doing work.,
And if anyone else writes me silly e-mails about how they're here for me, be aware that decapitation is imminent. This one was saved primarily by her distance from me.,
Sometimes, I hate having housemates.
The least they could do is take FIVE FUCKING MINUTES to ask if I need the internet. Get some common courtesy, please. I'm trying to work on my theatre du nouveau monde seminar and they've cut me off THREE TIMES. It's not like they're going to find any new channels if they plug the internet cable back into the tv more than once.
Also, when someone comes downstairs and asks you if you could please have the courtesy to come TELL THEM if you're cutting off the internet, the proper response is not "You would have said no". Okay?
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I just found this in a notebook of Liz (and Emily's).
"I, on the other hand, like to believe in a continuance of your life after death. I think it would be a comforting thought if your life never really did end. What if, when you die, you really keep living. What if you actually continue to lead two lives. In one you are dead and the people you know and love know you are dead. In the second you become immortal and cannot die again, but never really know that you died in the first place. You just continue to live your life as if you were never dead, your friends don't know you died, your family doesn't know you died, you basically haven't and cannot anymore. Meaning everyone lives two lives from the moment they die. This thought could be a little scary as then we would never know we were really dead. Noone in our second life would, only those in the first life which would not include ourselves."
I think it was for TOK. Strange girls.
Pee Ess. I stumbled open it while looking for a memory card. Please don't think I'm a snoop.,
I hate when people don't wash dishes.
I went downstairs this morning, planning to have a piece of toast or two with jam, and realized that it only took two days for the sinks to be completely refilled with dishes.
Now... that bothers me, but it's not enough to turn me off food.
I put some of the dishes away, and when I got to the left hand drying rack realized a few of them had some sort of tomato sause still clearly crusted on. And... it's not as though I'm speaking of a small amount. That would be understandable. This was blatantly obvious.
I just left them there and came back upstairs.
Now, if washing dishes were a difficult skill to master, I would understand. But it's not hard, people. Scrub them, rinse them, leave them to dry. You can even dry them by HAND if you're feeling a little crazy. Oh, and in that sequence, getting the food OFF OF THEM is understood to be fairly important. Okay?
Maybe I should write a book on this. Washing dishes for dumbasses who DON'T WASH THEIR DISHES BUT PUT THEM IN THE DRYING RACK WHICH IS GROSS.
And it's not like it's a teaspoon or something. This is a dinner plate. It's really easy.
I guess I'm just a dreamer. But... here I was thinking that once you got them out of the sink to wash them, the washing was the easy part. I mean, you had the DAYS that they say in the sink to think about it, right?
I hate it even more because it's a reflex of mine to wash up everything right away. And lately the sinks have been so full that there's no room for me too. And then this. I thought it was just the having time to wash them that was the problem. Not the washing itself.,
For some reason, last night I had the best sleep ever.
To the point where when I woke up I decided to get dressed and go back to sleep.
It was spectacular.
In other news, I am thinking about participating (or attempting to participate) in NaNoWriMo. Not that I have time. At all.,
For some reason, it seemed like an extraordinary idea to stay up until 2:30, and not do any work. I mean... one or the other would have been completely acceptable, and within the bounds of my usual slacker brilliance, but this is really too much.
My eyes are foggy, and so tired, and I have 4.5 hours of class starting at 10. And then a 1.5 break in which I'm going to HAVE to study, and then more class. Then... well you might think it would be over, but instead I have a short break to run home for some crap dinner, then rehearsal and karate (which I probably won't make it to because I really don't think I can justify going to karate class until 9:45 with the stuff I plan to get done tonight.
I really need to get off the slacker thing. It's a little crazy.
Another reason I really don't want to be up is because the fronts of my ankles STING. They got skinned fairly nicely the other day (me wearing shoes with no socks that should NEVER be worn that way) and each of them has a little spot of no skin right front and centre. They won't seem to heal, either, as I have to keep bandaids on them. And although that's the obvious thing extending my discomfort... I have no choice. If I don't wear bandaids they start healing into the fabric of my socks, and then when I take my socks off I rip it off all over again.
I guess I could leave off with the polysporin today though, and just wear bandaids. I just am a little worried that that'll be as bad as socks. But man I want these to heal... I would never have guessed that water touching them in the shower would be quite so painful.
So... if you're looking for me in the next little while (taken into consideration the fact that I will be home for thanksgiving), look no further than my room. Outside of Godzilla rehearsal, karate, classes and hopefully jazz choir, my remaining time should be spent here in an attempt to get at least part of my work done.
Like I could be doing now.
Crap.
Other than that... Moneen on the 19th and BNO on the 28th... Plus Godzilla runs November 11 - 14.
Cross your fingers for me that I get through the next month.,
I'm tired, my brain hurts, and I've gotten NO work done so far this weekend. The most productive thing I've done is my having played the guitar on and off all day. And all I've gotten of that is fingertips that hurt.
I am, however, watching the series premiere of Lost on ABC. It's tolerably entertaining.
Name: Cat Home: Edinburgh, United Kingdom About Me: Managed to graduate from Queen's, and am now in Teacher training at Edinburgh.
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