October 05, 2002 :: 1:48 p.m.
need to find a place for my good mistakes
Hullo. I've only been up for about an hour and a half. How nice is that? I haven't slept that late for like twelve thousand months. During the roughly 4 seconds between getting in bed and falling asleep last night, I figured out that yesterday was Friday. I had been under the delusion that it was Saturday, for some reason, and I was pissed. I thought that an entire day had just disappeared without so much as a warning, and you know, that's just rude. And while it would have been nice for today to be Sunday, because Adam would be back, I have way too much to do. I'm going to do my Statistics when I finish this, and then at some point try to hammer out my English paper. Then it's studying for Anthro, making a Statistics "cheat sheet" (we're allowed, but I don't know why I make one - it never helps), and possibly working on my death ritual portfolio project thing. Oh, and I have to finish the little review of
The Gods Must Be Crazy that I started weeks ago.
So that will be my afternoon. And evening, probably. Doesn't it sounds like heaps of fun? God, I know, I'm so excited that I can hardly sit still.
Last night when I was washing my face, I ripped my nose stud out with the washcloth. Geh. Blood and hurtiness ensued. Actually, the ripping it out part doesn't really hurt too much. It's like pulling off a band-aid really quickly - it's too fast for a whole lot of pain to register. Taking the damn stud out slowly and on purpose hurts way more than ripping it out on something, due to the extreme fucked up-ness of the post. But it is sore now, which sucks. I'm just glad that it didn't go down the drain... I would have been so fucked. I don't have any earrings, other than horseshoes in my eyes, and they definitely wouldn't fit. I'd have had to go door to door and beg for an earring to put in my nose. Yeah, like anyone would want it back after that.
The moral of this story is that Amanda needs new nose jewelry.
I walked down to Turkey Hill and spent my last three dollars on a blueberry muffin and two candy bars. This will be my sustenance for the next 24 hours or so. If I ever met a nutritionist/dietician person, I think they'd bitch slap me until I bled.
I drew something that I actually rather enjoy last night. Weird. But it gets weirder! I colored it with the evil Prismacolor markers (which aren't really evil, just above me, and thus... evil), and *gasp!* I sort of like it. I'd go so far as to say that I do indeed find it worthy of being seen by someone other than me. Except for the lips. I fucked them all up. But hey, fucking something up is to be expected. I'll scan it whenever I get to the computer lab... I'm not sure if it'll fit, though, so I may have to perform some scanning gymnastics. Interesting.
All right, I'm going to immerse myself in the torturous world of Elementary Statistics. (Elementary? Uh... no. It would be more appropriately called Difficult As Fuck Statistics.) I'll write later.
back & forth
Wait, there's more!
I like pina coladas - March 30, 2005
must... finish... projects... - March 22, 2005
Mr. Postman delivers the good stuff - March 18, 2005
when everything is bad - March 16, 2005
of fruits and menstruation - March 15, 2005