Yeah, like this is going to last: I'm happily updating all the time wheee!! Ok, today has been a nice day, despite staying up to fucking three in the morning doing a lab that turned out not to be due until FRIDAY. Oh well, got to feel crappily tired all morning, but the afternoon was fabulous, spent peering through the microscope at those crazy little things called green algae. Volvox lives! Besides, dinner was decent, I got plenty of smooches afterwards, went to my radio station meeting which was brimming with innuendo and strife, got a compliment on my lovely red and black skirt from the ladies, danced a comic tango with the station director, and now sit here severely procrastinating. Still have to finish that dumb lab and memorize 20 some more Hiragana characters for Japanese. Say goodbye to hump day.
Wednesday, August 29, 2001
I don't care what some people say. 3AM is not a good bedtime. I think Ray Bradbury even made some mention that it is a time that all people sleep through and around, or perhaps not. Bradbury had something to say about 3AM. Too early to be studying for a biochem quiz. FAR too early. I'm sitting in Miller comp lab trying to work out this wholly unconventional lab write-up; cursed freaking thing. Biochemistry begins in 30 minutes! EEK!
Tuesday, August 28, 2001
Ok, I don't even know if this is working. . .but if it is I'll see it and this will look rather silly. Ok. let's try this sucker
Damn, I am a creative genius, at least for not being a computer science major. Tuesday's almost gone baby, and with it precious time I could be reading my biochemistry textbook, or even perusing slide upon slide of green aglae. Oh the bitter shame of it all. I have a long night of studying ahead of me, followed by getting all the dirt on the Student Senate meeting--I love being a gossip. Dave and Sam are off buying gaming treats, having all kinds of freaking fun without me probably. Yech. Ok, I would write more, but I'm not stressed enough yet. Yet. For the maiden entry of this blog, it's a little dissapointing . . . If anyone was actually reading this, they could check out some of my best thoughts and bitchery from the past.