Moon princess halation....
Dec. 1st, 2000 12:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kitsplutI was Mistress 23 for a while this evening, even though I did not have the appropriate hair for the occasion. This time in the semester brings out the 23 in all of us.
Victoria is making big yummy bubble gum burps.
let's see. Today was Thursday, I think.
I was sorely tempted to cut evilpookie but forced myself to go, because there are only three more lectures after today, and if I cut that one, ten to one I'd cut them ALL. I was rewarded for this when he let us go half an hour early.there is a God I cannot wait for that class to end.
We were kind of productive this morning. We had a stupid Java meeting, which made me feel deficient somehow. Then I finally got around to making my follow-up appointment with the inexplicably vaguely offensive psychiatrist man, a week from Tuesday, so he can write me another prescriptionso I don't kill my family over break. Then I got a REAL APPOINTMENT for my damn graduation check, during which I will prly find out that I am required to take Ag Science 251 or something equally enthralling.
I seem to remember a lot of Coke after that.
I was very bad and fed my Corelle Summer Blush kitchen accessory obsession with the glass cutting board thing. That was the piece I wanted next the most after the canisters. I will have to drag everything out of my closet when I get home andpet look at it. Whyyy do I want to be a perfectly coordinated domestic goddess.
because it's less of a bitch than programming. right.
Graphics are evil nemesis. When I become dictatrix of the galaxy, we're all going back to command-line systems.
nngh. Do other people get the big, red typing bump on the bottom of their right hands, almost the wrists, or is it only Punkie and me.
Today I decided to entertain the hall with Bill's Antichrist-mas tapes and the first Sailormoon Christmas album. Happy holidays, you HUMANS.
I've been watching that boy's webcam for several hours now. He doesn't believe me when I tell him he's cute, but he is. He'll lean over or turn to look behind him, and something in the curve of his neck or the tilt of his head will melt me into nothing.
tomorrow is Friday. Econ, more Java, and prly staying up far too late for no good reason.
Happy December.
Victoria is making big yummy bubble gum burps.
let's see. Today was Thursday, I think.
I was sorely tempted to cut evilpookie but forced myself to go, because there are only three more lectures after today, and if I cut that one, ten to one I'd cut them ALL. I was rewarded for this when he let us go half an hour early.
We were kind of productive this morning. We had a stupid Java meeting, which made me feel deficient somehow. Then I finally got around to making my follow-up appointment with the inexplicably vaguely offensive psychiatrist man, a week from Tuesday, so he can write me another prescription
I seem to remember a lot of Coke after that.
I was very bad and fed my Corelle Summer Blush kitchen accessory obsession with the glass cutting board thing. That was the piece I wanted next the most after the canisters. I will have to drag everything out of my closet when I get home and
because it's less of a bitch than programming. right.
Graphics are evil nemesis. When I become dictatrix of the galaxy, we're all going back to command-line systems.
nngh. Do other people get the big, red typing bump on the bottom of their right hands, almost the wrists, or is it only Punkie and me.
Today I decided to entertain the hall with Bill's Antichrist-mas tapes and the first Sailormoon Christmas album. Happy holidays, you HUMANS.
I've been watching that boy's webcam for several hours now. He doesn't believe me when I tell him he's cute, but he is. He'll lean over or turn to look behind him, and something in the curve of his neck or the tilt of his head will melt me into nothing.
tomorrow is Friday. Econ, more Java, and prly staying up far too late for no good reason.
Happy December.