too much TV and curry

This appears to be morning. I should do something productive with the hour before I have to go to class, but I am not inclined in that direction.

Getting dressed would be a good start, I guess.

Why is it that I can get ready for class in an hour on the days I get up 2.5 hours before class, but it takes me an hour and twenty minutes on the days I get up 1.5 hours before class. I wonder if I fall back asleep in the shower or something. I have fallen asleep on my feet before...not since high school, though.

My eyeliner is not smeared today. This may or may not be a portent of doom. It depends on if Dr. Homicidal Maniac has finished grading our econ tests.

Why do I visit everyone else's friends pages instead of adding their friends to my page. Perhaps I think they will bite.

Perhaps I bite.

I am less out of it today than I was Saturday. This gives me hope. Also, it is sunny, which has not happened in days. I could be lying in the sun on my bed, but first I would have to lift the shade, which means I would have to get dressed, and that would involve getting up off this chair and digging in my closet hoping to find ONE MORE CLEAN SHIRT and prly having to iron it.

I need a disco ball. Then Punker and I could have dance party cam shows.

Chibi-Tux is looking at me from on top of the monitor. Chibi-Chibi-Tux seems to have fallen off behind somewhere. Or maybe he has gone to visit Punkin. *tee hee*

I seem to be assembling Splutglut 2.0 whether or not that was my original intention. I am Queen of my own delusional state, at least.

There are far worse things to be.

Kitty Goes to Town take LXVIII

Biskit? Are you lurking out there in the misty shadows?

If that wasn't you, I don't think I want to know who.

I neglected to mention this morning that I managed to get a straight part in my hair today. That is more of a portent of doom than unsmeared eyeliner, which, of course, is smeared by this point and therefore no longer fraught with meaning.

I got a B on the damn econ midterm, which is better than I had expected, considering how much I didn't study for it. Looking at the Java assignment for this week, I see that I am going to be spending mucho time en lab for the next three days and so am attempting to do the whole week's readings tonight, plus all LAST week's readings which I conveniently ignored. So far I have read my Russian thingies. On my list: two chapters of psych, two chapters of econ, skims of evilpookie.

The Lime page was down for some unknown amount of time, because Dr. Whatsie finally cleaned out his server. I moved it to one of my many other school accounts, though, so it's all back. Except that the CGI's don't work, so leave them alone. I don't have time to mess around with them just now. I don't think it was down very long, because Punker just mentioned it the other day. Not like anyone else ever goes there anyway, because I never update. Never mind. Fourth album should be finished by January. perhaps a new Scurvy Beat. Twice annually seems about right.

The Old Leah left a message that she wants a ride home. Kick ass. Me, Punkin, Leah-2, the Ape from Hell, and Megumi-sama, all contained within the Bitchmobile for 225 miles. That sounds like the plot for some really fucked video game.

dammit. Everytime I see PS2, I think old pookies. Why does the world take such joy in toying with me. Y'all need better things to do.