LOOK! OVER IN THAT RECLINER!

GO TO SLEEP L AND GET UP AT 7AM PROMPTLY FJIODASHJFSIo. I was tired like an hour ago. Looks like I will need to call upon the aid of modern medicine to knock me out.

I guess it would be interesting to note that my dream last night involved me sitting in a giant ampitheatre that was apparently a church, at a table labelling blank cd cases with "SPACE JAM" while my sister and I had drama, and then she threw colored pencils at me and I got sad and ran away and sat next to this older woman with a thermos. The pastor or whoever was wearing a wig like the governor in Pirates of the Caribbean.

And then Steve and I were at Disneyworld with some other people who I forgot because they were irrelevent (lol my dreams need to work on better segways). I think I was dragging him around, searching for Mary Poppins, and we like went through this bar or whatever with wood paneling and my cousin Patrick was there getting drunk. I know it was him because he was wearing the same turtleneck sweater I think he wears everywhere. And then we were suddenly in this dress shop that was...floating (I don't know) and all the dresses were really expensive, as per Disney prices, and then I saw Mary Poppins and was looking for a camera. But it was a dress store, and obviously they don't sell cameras in a dress store, so I didn't get a picture. Then Steve and I just rode what I assume is my imagination's version of Space Mountain and I woke up.


...Haha.

I think I'm going to use the webspace Karasu gave me (FINALLY). Probably only to do my index. I was thinking about it just now, trying to sleep, because fightfair mentioned those stupid half-shadowy face things looked like good profile images. My brain thought, "Hey, YEAH. Let's make one for every character you put in the index!"

Only problem being I can't design a website for shit, and it'll end up being a basic one-sided table format that is probably the most uninteresting thing ever. But it's practical, I guess, until I can perhaps trade a drawing for some layout assistance.

Okay. Drugs. Sleep. 7AM. I swear, Michigan, this is fucking weak. Mild weather for like 3 weeks and when do we get the snowstorm? WHEN I HAVE TO DRIVE TO SCHOOL.

fightfair
skinnyvee
fallenmoon
ruffwriter
sein_ying
drisa
puffin_essence

I sent your cards out today; make sure you notify me if/when you get them, lest I be retarded and write an address wrong (LIKE YOURS MIN, AHH SCARY EUROPEAN ADDRESS.).

The post office would not let me ship Kat and ikuze's boxes, because. Because they didn't have any labels. It's the post office that doesn't have any shipping labels.
At least I know it'd cost almost 20 bucks to send both. Yeeesh. I'll send them Friday at the post office at home, where they HAVE labels. Dammit.


Gene claims to not have purused 4chan since I showed it to him, but he seems to say "moar" a lot. Huh.

An interesting waste of four and a half minutes.
I killed the camera battery with that. Like six times. It's longer than that, but photobucket hacked off two minutes, WHICH IS OKAY because those were pointless anyway.

Surely, it is not as interesting as the teapot song, but I try.

Um. Did anyone know that Chuck Norris had a fuckin' CARTOON? KARATE COMMANDOS. SUPER NINJAS. TYRONE THE CHAMPION SUMO WRESTLER. KILLER DOLPHINS.

I'm sorry this has made my night.

....

It's like an asian Target commercial gone terribly, terribly wrong.

I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT THIS COULD MEAN.

Yesterday evening Cukeyra and I went to the Undergraduate's Library to work on some math homework in the computer labs. Around 10:30ish we packed up our stuff and headed for the elevators when this guy from behind us says, "'Scuse me, can I talk to you guys? Damn, you two are beautiful! Blahblah~" And we were like..."Uhhhrrrr...Thanks. Haha, uh, that's nice, yadda-yadda~"

And he wouldn't go away, you know? Then there was, "So how old are you two?" And Keyra said 19, I said 18, and he sounded surprised. Keyra asked how old HE was and he said "Uh...25. So where do you girls live?"
(And this is where the lying begins)


KEYRA: "Uhh...we...are renting an apartment down on Warren."
FELLA: "Yeah? Where on Warren?"
KEYRA: "..It's kind of a drive..I mean, it's close to campus, but not walking distance."
FELLA: "What's the address?"
KEYRA: "We..Just moved in, so we don't know yet. We're kinda looking for other roommates to help pay for it."
FELLA: "Well, what's your phone number?"
ME: "We don't have a phone yet, ahaha.."
FELLA: "Well...Here's mine. You girls should call me!"
ME: "Uh. Okay."
FELLA: "Yeah! So that we can hang out n' stuff. *writesnumberonmynotebook* Call me."
ME: "Sure."
FELLA: "What're your guys' names?"
KEYRA: "Mine's Trisha."
FELLA: "Trisha? Alright..and you?"
ME: "..Emily."
KEYRA: "Wasn't there an exorcism movie about some Emily girl recently?"
ME: "I think so.."
*TWO MINUTES OF CONFUSED EXORCISM MOVIE TALKING*
FELLA: "Alright. Hmm..Well, I know a lot of Trishas and Emilys..How'm I gonna remember you two?"
KEYRA: "Well, I have puffy hair...and she has long hair..."
FELLA: "Right, right..but what do I--"
KEYRA: "Trisha Puff-Puff and Emily Long-Long!"
FELLA: "Got it! Alright, don't forget to call me! You two are beautiful!"
*WE WALK AWAY*
KEYRA: "Teehee, my boyfriend says that all the time!"
FELLA: "..Pshhh.."



Well, there sits the account of my first incident of being blatantly hit on. Well, sorta. Coupla fellas were kinda hollerin' at me in the cafeteria a week before; things like "Dayum, that hair is fuckin' sexay!" and junk. XD;

*facehitsdesk*