I also slept for another three hours. And for most of yesterday. Jeez. I never sleep when I'm not sick, but I've been in my overly-warm bed all day. And I am fairly certain that after I type this I will return to bed.
Clothing: Old Oh! My Goddess! t-shirt, gray stretchy pants with white stripes down the sides. I have not washed my hair in two days. All together now: "Eeeewwwwwww...."
Mental: Oh, fucknuggets. Senior Research. Grr. I guess I'll take a cool shower or something and try to get some work done on that. We also have a sectional today that I am not supposed to miss. Argh. If I don't feel like I'll throw up into the clarinet, I'll go, but otherwise Mr. Warren can kiss my fat half-Peruvian ass. I feel like shit and I don't wanna.
Social: People scare me.
Misc: I really, really miss my car. Mere words cannot describe. I want a job. I need a job. And therefore I need a car. I wonder if they've even begun working on it yet. Hrm.
I will now proceed to probably annoy the unholy fuck out of Nicole by adding all the Blind Guardian songs I lost with the hard drive crash, in addition to a few by Manowar, to the download queue. HaHA! There's at least sixty there. I will also indulge my love of showtunes. Phantom of the Opera, South Pacific, Fiddler on the Roof, My Fair Lady, Evita, Sound of Music, and many, many others. *evil cackle* *cough* *grak* Now it's over 100...
What? You didn't know? I adore musicals. Fear me.
I'm a Ska fangirl
WARPED it, I tell you.
How L337 are you?
I am afraid. So afraid.