And while I'm at it, damn Nicole and her olives. I just ate about four.
Confound it, LiveJournal, give me back my rant. I wrote something at the Career Center and it vanished.
Eh. Was nothing important. Me whining about not feeling well.
Oh - and that the people at Einstein Bros. Bagels are wonderful. Everyone go buy bagels from them (for they are tasty, too. And cheap, at about $0.65 for a very large bagel!). They're printing me a copy of the nutritional information on their bagels. Now I can feel appropriately guilty when I consume them (never mind that since I chop them up into little pieces and freeze them, it takes me two weeks to eat one). My obsessive-compulsive calorie counting has just been made that much easier.
My band dress might just fall off. Damnit. I've lost about twenty-five pounds since I wore it last. I'll pin it to my bra or something. Dress falling off during concert=BAD. I will wear stripey stockings under it, though, since no one will see and I want to. It's my senior year and I want to be silly.
Hrm. I was going to walk before the concert, but my knee hurts.
I think I'll just paint my nails. The black is half chipped off. My mother will have a fit if I perform like that.
Ooookay, figured out what happened to the other post - it was somehow posted in gothic_anime.
Whoop. And I can't seem to go delete it. Would someone in the gothic_anime community be sweet enough to delete that last off-topic post I made (not the picture! Not the picture!) and then bash me over the head repeatedly with the flat of a sword? Thankee.
Here 'tis, edited for the sake of redundancy.
I am cold. People keep walking in and out of the room, leaving the door open. It's about 40 degrees outside.
Last concert I wore fishnet under my dress. This concert shall have stripey stockings.
Since the damned thing hits the floor, no one will see.Ha. Haha. Yeah.
I spent Multimedia designing a flash movie that is making my classmates hate me with a passion. Same assignment as before - ant, picnic, whatnot.
I have a cute little landscape (drawn in Photoshop), a cute little anthill (with little ants crawling everywhere) and then Bob will swoop in and devour them all in a mighty gulp.
My neck hurts and I am sleepy, still.
I slept through homeroom. Sat like a zombie in my car, pondering my spicy V8 during lunch.
Wound up not drinking the V8. I feel sick. Not sure if its' from being hungry or from being sick. I'm not shaking, so it would appear to be generic illness of some sort.
If Nicole made me ill, I will first kill her, then I will kill her ex-boyfriend. (he made her sick. *cue laugh track*)
I go practice/find dress/figure out some creative safety pinning method that will keep the dress ON me/play/SLEEP now. Yeah.
I felt lumpish. I still do. I shall go be a lump now.