l'amour...les moutons...le lait...toujours les poissons

I suppose I should update this damn thing.

I am back at school. malheureusement. Today I have to do all the homework due this week that I managed to avoid last week. sigh. I suck. Seventeen days until my mother comes. Twenty-three days until I go home again. That's not so long. Seven more econ and Russian lectures. Five more evilpookie and Java lectures. bleah bleah bleah bleah.

let's see. What did I do over break.

Saturday - lay around and watched movies. ate like a pink piglet.

Sunday - lay around and watched more movies. ate like a pink piglet's mother.

Monday - I have absolutely no memory of Monday.

Tuesday - went to my grandma's with my mother and listened to my five-week old baby cousin Barbie Kira scream for hours.

Wednesday - lay under the dining room table being depressed until my stupid heart won out over my stupid brain and I decided to go pick that boy up after all. spent the rest of the day hosing down the basement and trying to clean up the hellhole that was my room after thirteen weeks of my absence.

Thursday - went to my grandma's, listened to Kira scream, ate food. ate more food. glomped on my aunt. glomped on my other aunt. glomped on my mother. ate like a pink piglet's mother's mother.

Friday - went far away to Overland Park to pick up that boy. was mildly traumatized by his family. took him to my grandma's to hear the baby scream, only to find her miraculously silent for the entire two hours. ate food. tried to make him eat food. was chewed on by my grandma, two aunts, and an uncle because HE WOULDN'T EAT FOOD. was terribly amused by my whole family and my uncle's friend Scott. That boy may recover from the experience someday. went home. ate pizza. became suddenly and inexplicably exhausted. watched brat and her weird friend Blue make madness with his external burner that he brought over. stayed up until 3:15 burning CDs.

Saturday - woke up at 7:30 because I was sleeping upstairs on the sofa bed and my dad was putzing around in the kitchen. went downstairs to sleep on the couch and ended up burning more atrocities. let that boy sleep until I got bored. pounced. painted his toenails. eventually my mother and I took him back to his aunt's. was further traumatized by his family, but prly deserved it. stopped by my grandma's again on the way home. Kira screamed the whole time. damn kid. did laundry. packed.

Sunday - woke up at 11:19. ate food. packed. bought a car kit for my Discman after not getting around to it for three years. ate more food. sneaked Coke and food into the car. picked up Punkie and left at 3:30. sat in traffic for too long. got back, fed the car, fed our faces, fed the economy at Wal Mart, came back, watched the network go boom, ironed shirts.

whee.

My aunt finally removed the part of an Exotic Princess sticker off the Bitchmobile's back window, and I put a new one on today. IT IS SPARKLY.

Other sources of amusement: new pink toothbrush with oddly slanted bristles that make my gums bleed hurt, and new pink hairbrush with nice plastic bristles with round things on the end that will not wind up pushed completely out of shape and rendered ineffective within a week like the boar bristle ones I had been buying for years.

I have not checked my school mail for a week and am terrified there will be something about evilpookie.

I am not feeling particularly amusing at the moment, so I will leave this for later and attempt to be productive now that I have finished my lunch. shine.

blink blink blink

There are some people who never fail to enrage me to breaking point in less than ten seconds, even if they live more than two hundred miles away and I haven't spoken to them in years.

ah well. Karma will avenge me you little fuck.

okay, fine. here is this thing:

You live in a House.
You're married to Paul.
You drive a Saturn.
Your car is the color silver.
You live in the state Montana.
Your honeymoon is Manitoba.
Your occupation is a splutmomma.
You have this many kids: 0 (0 male; 0 female).

I will settle for that and be content with it.

So far, I have done half my evilpookie homework for tomorrow and read both psych and Russian for the week. I intended to do all of the evilpookie in one sitting instead of the reading, but my legs and lower back were killing me beautiful girl parts need to be removed enough that I only wanted to do passive homework. So I have two problems ten thousand subproblems left to do in the next four hours. I will go to bed at ten thirty. I will try to read for half an hour before I fall asleep. I started Jane Austen's Emma while I was home. That book drags, but I am curious as to if it is going to develop any real plot, or if it's just a very long character sketch.

I know you are supposed to underline book titles. I find italics to be more aesthetically pleasing.

why do I only eat junk food.

I get to go to Minneapolis with my dumb family the day after Christmas. I never go anywhere with them, but, as previously mentioned, I need to get out of this state before I snap, and I like long car trips when I am not the one driving. I am about desperate enough that I would even have agreed to go with if they were headed back to Yellowstone.

I got a 90 on the Russian test I thought I seriously bombed. Maybe I can study for REAL THIS TIME and get a high A on the final and pull an A in the class. That would be SO nice. two A's and three B's would make a 3.4, which is only .04 lower than my cumulative anyway.

If I do really well on the evilpookie final, I might manage an A- in there, considering the project is sure to get a high grade, and I get whatever they get, even though I've done absolutely nothing for it. sigh. I don't like to think about that.

my left foot is asleep.

I do not understand people who put themselves on their friends lists.

ack. I forgot to post this. here we go.