That's how we laugh the day away in the merry old land of Novel's stressed.
I'm so bad right now that I just typed my real name there...oh well. It wouldn't be too much of a surprise for most of you.
Anyway. I'm really stressed right now...and so I'm doing all kinds of responsible things, like taking a break right now to write about how stressed I am instead of just finishing up what I'm working on to remove a source of the stress.
Basically, all my teachers decided to have the final papers and projects due on the last day of class, and I decided...ever so responsibly, that I would wait until the last week to get them really going.
Sooo dumb. Why don't I ever learn?
As a result, I've currently got 4 papers (1 4 page one is done...I have two 6-7 page papers left, and then a one page summary of a cspan thing that I haven't watched yet...) and two presentations (one on camping--that'll be fun, and one on the divide between the upper and lower class in America) all due on Monday. I've also got work tonight from 10pm-6am, church tomorrow at noon, and then the afternoon to finish up everything else that I need to have finished by 7:30 Monday morning.
To top it off, I'm feeling kind of grumpy because I have so much to do. I scheduled the shower I took right after work today, and then slept about 2 hours longer than I'd planned. Granted, I slept only about 6 hours, but still--it's too much. I still need to grocery shop and do laundry, and poor Uffish is stuck dealing with all of this because I'm her roommate. Even my mom got an earful when she called. Thankfully, everyone around me is being really nice and understanding and letting me vent about my frustrations--especially with group projects, but I won't go there at the moment.
Anyway, just as a side note--EFY kids are dirty little beasts when it comes to bathrooms. I cleaned the bathrooms in the WILK last night for 8 hours--and that's about how long it took to get their messes cleaned up. *shudder*
Alright, back to papers...see you on the other side.
Saturday, June 11, 2005
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
Unless You're a Mormon...
You Were Nice This Year! |
 You're an uber-perfect person who is on the top of Santa's list. You probably didn't even *think* any naughty thoughts this year. Unless you're a Mormon, you've probably been a little too good. Is that extra candy cane worth being a sweetheart for 365 days straight? |
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
Meeshka, Meeshka, Meeshka
OK, I don't think that's spelled correctly, I'm sure you'll all be able to move past that.
So today I had another adventure, and this time, it was with a kitten. I was walking home some convoluted way because I could. It was raining...and really, really cold, so the long route was probably not the best of ideas. Anyway, I'm walking through the center of my block where there are about 4 parking lots all hooked together, and I hear this small mewing. I turn around to find a small, black, wet, fuzzball following me. Obviously, I pick the cat up, and it starts to purr.
Curse the cute thing, now I know it needs me.
So then I do the really rational thing, and take it home with me. It was really dirty, terribly matted, and pretty starved, so I think it's safe to say that it didn't belong to anyone. I brought it into my apartment--you know, the one that doesn't allow pets--and fed it some milk and bread. Then I went and woke Uffish so that she could see what I'd done. Basically, we're both in love with this little cat, and we start trying to come up with names for it. I keep calling it meeshka (though spelled differently, I'm sure). Anyway, we play for a little while and then decide that it's a good time to take a cat nap (haha...get it...cat...nap...yeah.). About an hour later, I wake up and the cat is sleeping peacefully in my lap. Hooray! It's so cute, and cuddly, and it likes me--some of my favorite qualities in a companion. :) Uffish says something along the lines of "This is not a cat" because of it's extreme friendliness. I reply with, "No, it's a Puppy! Tee hee!" (this is one of my favorite episodes).
Sadly, although the puppy...I mean, kitten, was really pretty, I found out that, much as I wanted it to be true, I couldn't make myself not allergic to cats, or hatch a scheme brilliant enough that I felt like it'd be ok to keep the kitten--especially when I go back to being an RA in the fall. Alas, I'm currently looking to find it a home--though it might already have one. If you're really interested in having a kitten, and you'd still let me come and play with it. Let me know--I'll get in touch with you somehow.
So today I had another adventure, and this time, it was with a kitten. I was walking home some convoluted way because I could. It was raining...and really, really cold, so the long route was probably not the best of ideas. Anyway, I'm walking through the center of my block where there are about 4 parking lots all hooked together, and I hear this small mewing. I turn around to find a small, black, wet, fuzzball following me. Obviously, I pick the cat up, and it starts to purr.
Curse the cute thing, now I know it needs me.
So then I do the really rational thing, and take it home with me. It was really dirty, terribly matted, and pretty starved, so I think it's safe to say that it didn't belong to anyone. I brought it into my apartment--you know, the one that doesn't allow pets--and fed it some milk and bread. Then I went and woke Uffish so that she could see what I'd done. Basically, we're both in love with this little cat, and we start trying to come up with names for it. I keep calling it meeshka (though spelled differently, I'm sure). Anyway, we play for a little while and then decide that it's a good time to take a cat nap (haha...get it...cat...nap...yeah.). About an hour later, I wake up and the cat is sleeping peacefully in my lap. Hooray! It's so cute, and cuddly, and it likes me--some of my favorite qualities in a companion. :) Uffish says something along the lines of "This is not a cat" because of it's extreme friendliness. I reply with, "No, it's a Puppy! Tee hee!" (this is one of my favorite episodes).
Sadly, although the puppy...I mean, kitten, was really pretty, I found out that, much as I wanted it to be true, I couldn't make myself not allergic to cats, or hatch a scheme brilliant enough that I felt like it'd be ok to keep the kitten--especially when I go back to being an RA in the fall. Alas, I'm currently looking to find it a home--though it might already have one. If you're really interested in having a kitten, and you'd still let me come and play with it. Let me know--I'll get in touch with you somehow.
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