February 07, 2003 :: 12:30 p.m.
got tentacle porn?
Friday, finally. It doesn't feel much like Friday, though. It sort of feels more like a Wednesday to me, and that's bad because what if I just wake up at realize that it really is Wednesday and I still have two days of class until the weekend? I don't, of course, but I'm just saying. That would suck, and as such there's a good probability of it happening to me. Because every sucking thing in the world is magnetically drawn to me like, well, magnets. I'm a suck magnet. It's not a good way to be.
Emily skipped both of her morning classes today so that she could sleep in with His Gothness. I'd ask you to gag me, but I don't really need any help. My room now smells like people who haven't showered in days, which makes perfect sense because one of them slept here last night. Blah. I was going to remove the DVD player when I came back from lunch, but I don't know. It's not going to make a difference, meaning that she/they will still be here 24/7. So we'll see.
I tried to add a notify list to my humble diary this morning, but the code for the little sign-up box was being a bitch and a half. I'll mess with it later, probably. It's just this whim thing that I'm having, this strange desire to send random emails to people that I've never met. So yeah, a notify list will be up here sometime tonight or tomorrow. Sign up - I won't send porn, I promise. Unless you want porn, that is. Because that can be arranged. Especially if you want hentai tentacle porn, because that's just funny.
In mere moments, I'm going to jaunt off to the computer lab to visit Adam and scan things. Actually, I got distracted by Buffy things and now those mere moments have passed me by, so I have to pack up my bag for Global Pop and be on my way. Eep.
I'll write later, hopefully with something interesting and insightful to say. I wouldn't count on it, though.
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