September 18, 2003 :: 3:34 p.m.
hurricanes suck.
You know, as I near the end of Season Three in my Buffy quote-athon, I'm struck by a profound sadness at the loss of my most favorite show ever in the whole world. I know, I know, it ended months ago. But I suspect that I was in shock. It was a very traumatic experience, you know. Four months later, I almost want to shed some tears for it. So sad. I'll always have my DVDs, I guess.
I'm eating popcorn. I'm not typically a fan of popcorn, as its kernels get caught in my teeth and poke at my gums and it's generally a very unpleasant experience. But eating popcorn is what I am doing, because I was hungry (still am, sort of...) but not hungry enough for something real. I put garlic powder and cumin on it - mmm. I love me some cumin. It's possibly my favorite spice. Anyway, I'm eating popcorn. I just thought I'd clue you in.
I have Creative Writing tonight, which is a happy thing. I have to finish editing a story that I'm handing in tonight, but that's no big. Editing is easy-peasy. I also have to read some things and write a paper for Anthropology tomorrow. This should have been done days ago, but thanks to the incompetent shmucks at HACC's library, I didn't have access to the stuff I needed to read. So tonight it is. I don't have class until 2 tomorrow, though, so I've got some time. And I get to sleep in! Like for real, not just in terms of what regular people do and what I do. We're talking noon here, if I get the paper done tonight. Delicious.
I had to make a head out of wire last night. It was mostly a pain in my ass, and I didn't actually get it done. Alas.
My mom needs to come home soon. I won't get to class tonight unless I can get some gas money, and I have to leave in an hour and a half (it's 4:00 now - I'm slow).
Wait. What's this? NOOOO! My class is cancelled. Fucking Hurricane Isabel. The one class I actually like and want to go to and that is conveniently held just once a week is FUCKING CANCELLED. Isabel, you fucking suck.
Grrrr.
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