Everyone always loves them keeps saying "Trouble" is so beautiful... I hate it. I can't stand the lead singer's voice, for some reason. Their songs make me squirm. I will turn the radio to a car dealership commercial rather than listen to their music.
Classes start tomorrow, classes start tomorrow... I am distinctly more apathetic than I can remember being for any First Day of School leading up to this point, but meh. I've got me books, I need to do some laundry, and then I'll be all set. Bring on the educational-ness.
Actually, due to the program I'm in and the fact that they waited a while to send me stuff, this will be pretty much a repeat of my high school courses. Only hopefully more interesting.
So cute... I miss our hamster. Poor critter; no one was ever able to finalize a name for it. I just call it 'the hamster'. Sort of like how I call our cat 'Gato'. Occasionally, I will address either one as 'Furball'.
I am STILL frightened of, yet intrigued by, Pepsi Blue. On one hand, it is quite a bit too sweet for anything but 4-oz shots; I could not fathom drinking an entire bottle. On the other, it's a lovely shade of blue, and I am easily distracted by things like that.
emperor_boy: And then I wondered why I would ever need or want to know the volume of such a fucked-up, friendless shape... sadly, one of the only logical uses for most school math is that one day soon, there will be a nuclear holocaust and a lot of people (smart ones!) will die, and we'll lose our calculators and most computers, and we'll have to build it all all over again.
jenni_the_odd: That does it, then. In order to give high school math a purpose, we must instigate a nuclear holocaust. IT IS OUR DUTY!