I think, given the right circumstances and environment, I would be one highly paranoid individual.
It's so odd hearing sirens all day, because it's not like I'm in a city, we're just right next to the hospital.
Sometimes, if I'm in the room alone and the house is really quiet, and all I hear are the sirens, well, I honestly think that the world has somehow come to an end. The sirens will just keep screaming and I get images of people dying and chaos and weird horror film clips, most likely depicting zombies and cannibalism.
But I'm sure that's normal.
Anyways..
Donated plasma. I'm going once more on friday and then that's enough for Nicole for a long time. The saline solution felt like air conditioning under my skin. hah. I didn't feel comfortable with the people who were stick needles in me. They were big scary boys with bad facial hair. You know, like horrible little goatees and the retarded patches of hair right under the lip.
I should probably try to eat some food.
Almost finished with rollerblade, which is good considering it's due at 8:00 am tomarrow.
You know what I've just realized? I'm not showing off. I mean, I thought I was so I let it go at that for a little while. But what I'm really doing is proving that I can be ambitious. To myself.
Har.
Art history test was simple. I think I love that professor too. Even though he can put me to sleep. Perhaps that's the reason why I like him so much. His voice and knowledge is like a lullaby.
It's a lovely day.
I've got a lot of ideas and not enough time nor money.
So.. Donating plasma today. The whole process weirds me out, but I guess I'll see how it goes.
It disturbs me on how difficult it is to find out the cons of plasma donation.
Laptop running on 19% battery... *pets* It's ok, baby, you've got a least another half hour in you right?
Ssh..shh.. You're a sexy blue bitch arn't you...
Did I mention I made it blue.
Some guy in my soc. class told me that macs were shit and blah blah and you can do all the art major shit on the think pad.
Yeah.. but the thinkpad is shit..
And the macs are so pretty...
My friends and I watched You've Got Mail and I think meg ryan had a thinkpad.. Like the exact model that they give us now... HAHAHA
We had..at least 6 people in my room when we watched that movie. Which is pretty impressive.
Professor Tom Wolfe brought up an interesting point the other day.
Him: "West Hall is so.. old. I mean, you think that if they paint the walls at least every other year.. Can you imagine how much smaller those rooms are than when they started out?"
Hah..
And it's fucking hot. My R.A said the heat was either on or off. And when it's on it's like 95 degrees..
I think the only reason why they haven't renovated west is because they want all the hippies to die.
From aspestis.
Anyways.
So a couple nights ago I was lying in bed around 2-3 in the morning and I can hear the room below me. And they're playing/singin
So the next day I wrote on their white board: "Room 340 can hear you...I'm listening muhahah.."
A couple hours later this very androgynous girl comes in: "Hey, so who wrote the message..."
Jenny slowly points at me.
Her: "Oh ok Hi! I'm ashley, my girlfriend lives in room 240 and I pretty much live there half the time.. I just wanted to apologize..."
Me: "Oh no! hahah I wasn't being creepy.. I mean I was... but I was half kidding. I head someone listening to really shitty music and singing blahblahblah"
So then ashley sits down and we start having conversations while watching Miss Congeniality about hot actresses...
Well. That's interesting.
And Krissi: I don't think I've ever seen so many gay/lesbian people...
Hah.. My drawing prof. just stopped and talked to me. Ok. Maybe he's not a complete asshole.
13% battery lifeeeeee
I still have 40 min. before I have to leave. Must. Not. Die.
Tra la lalala... What elseeeeee...
I can't wait for it to snow. I think I'm going to go buy a new coat soon...
I could really use some decent food.
My appetite usually disappears about halfway through my meal when the hunger slightly wears off and my taste buds begins to function properly...
Oh. Hah.
Me: *walks into Den with high hopes, stares at hot food bar, looks at menu*
Menu: "Vegetarian Entree: Baked Potato"
Me: A baked patato.... I can't believe that. *wanders away in hopes of something MORE, finds NOTHING*
Me: *sulks back to baked potato* I'll have the vegetarian ENTREE
Worker: *laughs cruelly and simularly to Beetle Juice*
9% battery power.
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And so I declare myself done. A waste of emotion and feelings.
And quite frankly, I'm spent.
*eavesdropper randomly pops in*
*says abruptly*
And so that was the last time I ever snorted coke off the toilet seat of the Tin Fish public bathroom...
Is that all?
Is that ALL?!
YES. That. Is. All!
Yes, Iorek dear, that is all.
That's all there is, there isn't anymore.
Lounge around in bed, read, draw and not have to worry about homework, money, and other silly things.
I would stay with boy and watch movies and have slow sleepy kisses.
Then I would carve pumpkins and bake cookies with tiffany and aubrey.
Then when all that is accomplished and it has lost it's intial appeal we will go outside. rake a pile of leaves and jump in it. Roll around in the sweet, ash-y scent of fall and scream and run with sticks in our hair.
And in the winter, we'll do the same thing. Only with snow. We'll slip and slide ridiculously on puddles and duel with one another, armed with snow shovels and soft packed balls... (hah.) and when we're soaked to the bone we'll run inside and shake off like dogs and warm ourselves with a nest of blankets and hot cocoa.
That's what I want for Christmas.