November 14, 2002 :: 12:21 a.m.
episode #685, in which I am in dire need of a memory wipe
Well, today has been somewhat productive. I finished my website project and my draft of the Herco project, I checked two books out of the library for my Anthro project, Adam and I struggled through Statistics (grr), and I have two and a half pages of my English paper done. Now if I can just start pulling together some articles for my Anthro project tomorrow, and finish my English paper, I'll be a-okay for a bit. Dammit, as much as I don't want to go home over break, I am
so looking forward to some freaking uninterrupted sleep.
Hrm... there are three other items worth noting. 1) Adam got me brush pens! A set of 8! I am a very happy little art geek. (Thank you, baby!)
2) I broke myself. Seriously, I don't know what I did, but my lower back is killing me. And I am not exaggerating in the least, thank you. One minute Adam and I were sitting in the lounge, working on Statistics, and the next minute I'm getting out of my chair and stifling the urge to scream in pain. Walking hurts. Sitting hurts. Lying down hurts. Standing still hurts. I wanted to take a walk tonight, but the only semi-comfortable walking position is a sort of hunched-over limp, and it's hard to maintain for long periods of time. Erg.
3) I walked in on Emily and Justin, er, in bed, if you know what I mean. I did not want or need to see that, EVER. And it's not my fault, either, because she fucked up our system. It goes like this - if the door is locked, no one's home. If it's open, knock, because you never know what's going on inside. Well, I guess they thought I went to French, but I didn't have to be there until 8 tonight, so Adam and I were just in the lounge doing homework. Well. We went back to get my stuff for class, and the door was locked, so I just went in. Because that's what I always do when the door is locked. Locked = empty. However, locked did not equal empty tonight. Locked equaled naked roomie and her boyfriend, bad R&B music, and a scene that I would trade my soul to erase from my memory. God. Now I'm never going to be able to just walk into my LOCKED room ever again.
But hey, aside from brush pens (wee!), back pain (boo!), and roomie sex (triple boo with a million gallons of yuck on top!), today has been pretty uneventful. I thought I looked kind of cute, clothes-wise, though, which actually may be more of an occasion than jesus rising from his grave. Plaid pants, a tan turtleneck, and boots - yay for fun clothes. I need more fun clothes, especially in the Fun Pants and Fun Sweaters department. But that requires either money or the ability to exploit my parents' generosity without guilt, neither of which I have. Alas.
Well, it's bed time for me. Hopefully I'll wake up with an non-hurty back. Please, god. I'll get you a kitten! Two, even.
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