It's 60 degrees and windy outside. This is winter weather. My inner calendar is now so beyond messed up that there is no hope of repairing it until at least August. My nails began to turn blue as I awaited my Spanish final. I loves me some unexpected cold. :D
Am naming my ulcer "Spanish II". I am torn between selling the book back to the store, and burning it. My greed will probably win out over my desire for the book's demise, but I have soothed myself by writing snarky comments about the pictures and examples throughout the book where they cannot be easily seen by the bookstore person flipping through it (they really do not look very closely when you sell them the books back).
... Am naming my left foot Sir Cramps-A-Lot. Not sure why that particular foot hates me, but the urge to stomp on it with the well-behaved foot is very strong.
ramaxela: You're ... marijenni.
jenni_the_odd: I am?
ramaxela: Bad analogy.
jenni_the_odd: I make you stupid and giggly?
jenni_the_odd: and can be baked into brownies?
feyr: Mmm, brownies.
feyr: But yes, aside from the brownies that's pretty much right. =D