September 29, 2002 :: 11:49 p.m.
I vant to suck your blood...
I miss this CD. For the 748,000,000th time, damn whoever stole my CDs to the boiling pits of hell. Grr. Argh.
So... how did I fare with my schoolwork, you ask? Hrm. Relatively well. My English paper is pretty much done, I just need to give it a sensible ending. Because right now it just kind of stops, and that's no good. I started my Statistics, and you know... I tried. I really, really tried, and I thought I knew what was going on, but then I ran into these problems where I did it right but got the wrong answer. No jokes. I went through the exact same steps that are listed in the back of the book (the answers for the "Exercise Sets" are included for the student's personal pleasure), but my answer was different. What. The. Fuck. Someone correct the universe. It seems to have gone askew.
Otherwise... I didn't study for Digicom. Bad me! Bad. I didn't read my English essay, or research my Anthro project, or anything else. But I did decide on my topic. He gave us a list of possible questions, in case we couldn't come up with our own, and I'm dumb so I'm just pulling one off of that. It's interesting, though. Observe: "Could stories of vampires, werewolves, and other monsters have originated in real events?" Oh yes. Yes, yes, my friends. I'm actually kind of excited to dive into some monstery goodness. I love me some mythology, especially when it involved people being drained of all of their blood and eaten alive and things. Mmm. Gore. If I didn't have to be up at freaking 6:30, I'd fascinate/scare myself at The Crime Library. But alas.
Woo! Adam rocks (we've established this, yes, but I feel the need to restate it). He just brought me Photoshop 7 - shh, don't tell, but I'm sure you can guess that its not entirely, erm, legal. Oh well. If I had an extra $600 lying around, I'd buy it. Aww... and he just brought me a towel, also. Heh. That sounds so weird. You see, I brought three towels with me from home. One is red and gets fuzzies all over me, so it needs to be washed. One has Pooh (as in the bear, not the excrement) on it, and needs to be washed because I used to clean up a spilt drink. The other is brown and is perfectly fine. But I need two to be properly dry after a shower (one for hair, one for body), so I was lacking. Until my very sweet boy came knocking with a fresh striped towel, that is. Yay.
Ow. I just bent my nail on the desk. Boo. Anyway, I'm going to install Photoshop 7 and then get to bed. 'Night.
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