So. Apparently, I've reached that part of the year where I want to kill my roommate again.

*sigh*


For those of you who haven't been around for the saga, she's kind of NO GOOD at social cues. Seriously? When I TELL YOU to get away from me, get away. Get out of my personal space -- no concept of personal space, none at all. No idea that HEY. HEY MAYBE YOU SHOULD KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF OTHER PEOPLE'S PERSONAL THINGS.

ARGH.

the cafe I work at is out of all bottled sodas, sugar-free red bull, iced teas, hot teas, most snacks, all the pastries except the cinnamon buns, and all condiments for the sandwiches.

Yet we have 36 different kinds of flavor shots. Including a coffee flavored one.

WHAT THE MOTHERFUCK.

Got a shitty neurobio midterm grade, feel like shit, feel like such a fucking downer lately. Swinging between not want to talk to anyone again, ever, and curling up in bed wrapped around someone.

my lip is started to swell up yesterday, around the piercing. vaguely concerned, except it seems like the inside is finally healing, so maybe that's why? IDK.

part of me wants it to be saturday already, but -- that just means I'd have to work on my WGS midterm paper, oy.

So. My two-and-a-half month late period decided to arrive at the end of class. And by arrive I mean 'explode.' Like, my pair of underwear now look like a dead fetus, and my pants are stained in the front and back -- hopefully not where people can see, because hey! I had to run right to another class!

hate. the world.

My card was charged TWICE the other day.

Do I bother the bank, or the store?

My neurobio midterm has put the fear of God in me. I got four hours sleep last night, probably will not be getting much more, if any, tonight, and then AFTER the midterm I need to round up all my LGR stuff, gather SAT II info for my kids, and make up vocab. puzzles for them. Then teach the 3 hour class. And then -- THEN -- at what I can only assume will be about 10 PM tomorrow, may I fall into a coma and die. Then I can meet Marianna for lunch on Friday, and pay her for the Rock Band ticket, and thank her for dealing with my crazy.

Because there is so much crazy, guys. You don't even know.

Tonight I had salmon ramen and mango-peach milk tea with lychee jelly and talked to my mommy and had two people compliment me on my lip ring and wrote more pete/patrick/mikey with bonus!irritated!Brian.

HI UNIVERSE. ILU.

Yay stress eating.

Today's my first night volunteering for Let's Get Ready. LGR is this volunteer program where you go into the city and teach inner-city kids about the SAT and the college application process. Which is all good and well, except for the part where I signed up and am now teaching a 3-hour of class of my very own every Thursday. Starting today. I AM SO NERVOUS. REALLY. YOU HAVE NO IDEA. *eats another caramel cashew turtle*

I keep telling myself that I should be fine, and worse comes to worse, its only eight classes. I can totally handle eight classes, right?

Yeah. We'll see. At this point, I'm just getting more and more nervous. I would feel slightly better if we'd actually gotten our teaching materials last Saturday, like we should have, instead of later tonight right before we head over there. Sigh.

NERVOUS AND NERVOUSER.


shh, I'm slowly traumatizing myself, I can totally make up words

Went and saw Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist with Marianna last night. SO CUTE. I kept making heart-hands at it while Marianna flailed. And occasionally slapped me in sheer glee.

Then it took me AN HOUR AND A HALF to go four stops on the Red Line. There was something going on with the tracks at Kendall, or something, so I had to switch trains at every stop. Aaaaanger.

Plus, my roommate spent yesterday morning in an loud, angry fight with her boyfriend, who is currently in India. And then she spent the rest of the day in her room, presumably sulking.

This is the roommate I don't like, so I honestly didn't much care. >_>

Then I skipped my morning class. Just because I needed the sleep and I don't much care for the class to begin with. And now I'm in political trials, even though I didn't do my work OOPS, and I have a headache that feels like someone hit me with a 2 by 4.

SOMEONE GIVE ME SNUGGLES.


In better news, I have... several pages of Pete/Mikey/Patrick threesome in the garden for that Secret Garden AU that I'm not writing.


ETA - I have also listened to 'The Beginning is the End is the Beginning' about 50 times between today and yesterday. EAR WORM.

HI GUYS HI.

Here is a LIST OF AWKWARD.

- I can't stay awake in class. >__>

-It's been nearly two months since my last period. At least I know I'm not pregnant. Unless its the Christ child! In which case I will bring him up to recycle and vote independent and bake cupcakes and bring me the remote.

- One of my best friends has just been diagnosed with depression and anxiety. Poor guy. :( He's one of my favorite people in the whole world, and he's really been worrying me lately. He came to me last night about how terrible he was feeling, and I managed to convince him to see someone, which is a plus.

- ... watching psych. interviews with people with major depression is super depressing. Wow.

- And it's really warm in here. I don't think my professor would approve if I tried to strip down to my tank. Or it might improve my grade. Who knows, right?

Marianna. MARIANNA, WE ARE SO GETTING BUBBLE TEA THIS AFTERNOON.

Photos of the lipring! I have no real camera, only photo booth. So my camwhoring skills are limited, okay?

( I love it, fr srs. )

Got my lip pierced!

Will camwhore properly tomorrow!

got drunk playing a drinking game to the debate. shot everytime obama said change and mccain said my friends, changed mid-game to whenever mccain said 'what senator obama doesn't understand'. had a rather nice asian boy talk to me all night while staring down my shirt. I think. about the staring down my shirt, clearly, and not the talking. Pretty sure I haven't drunk enough to hallucinate, though was/am rather drunk. have decided the best course of action is to continue drunk texting Derek in between reading porn. Then, POSSIBLY going to bed. possibly. might just watch invader zim.

Had lunch with Marianna again today. She is totally my favorite, you guys, you don't even know. If all goes well, we will probably have a standing Tuesday lunch date, which will honestly be awesome considering how cut off I've been from people IRL, no joke. Plus, I had TWO chai tea frappucinos, which are srsly tasty, even if redundantly named.

AND, my classes this semester look to be AWESOME. Provided everything goes as planned, I have:

Hollywood Films and Post-War LGBT Politics Mondays from 1-3
Constructing Reality: Photography as Fact and Fiction Mondays/Wednesdays from 11-12, Neurobiological Aspects of Psychopathology Tuesdays/Thursdays from 1 to 2:30
Political Trials Wednesdays from 2-4

And work at the cafe starts up again this Monday. <333
I'm in a great mood, guys. BE SPARKLY WITH ME.

I had an AWESOME DAY TODAY, HI.

I've been back at school for like three days, and today I met up with flickerofyou, who is pretty much my absolute favorite. We trolled Newbury Comics for like an hour, had lunch and gelato, and shopped more, and talked about our bandom boys and girls, and basically everything else under the sun. IT WAS FUN TIMES.

And when I came home, my most FAVORITE ROOMMATES had dragged five boxes of my stuff out of storage. Then I spent all afternoon texting lines from Invader Zim back and forth with Derek. T'was a good day.

Also, damn you Pete Wentz, and your bento box t-shirt. I WANTS IT.

I'm back at college, mostly unpacked -- though some of my stuff is in storage, including my sheets, and how inconvenient is that, srsly? -- and our room this year is pretty awesome, despite being basically up a hidden staircase. That's perhaps even part of its charm.

Also, no matter what languisity tells you, I am not writing an underage!patrick/pete where patrick is doing his best to break Pete's brain by being sexy and bad!tempered while no one else is looking... ( I'm NOT... )because it wouldn't be hot. Or funny. Devious!Patrick is totally not my favorite.

ALSO OMG MARIANNA WHERE ARE YOU WE NEED TO HANG OUT.

I just sliced my finger open with a bagel knife. Sigh. And then I almost slipped and broke my neck because I was trying to break in my new heels (they are so fabulous though, oh man.)

At least I wasn't the one who had to clean all the blood off the floor.

My wisdom teeth are killing me. I'm pretty swollen, but the one side of my face is puffed out about four inches more than it should be.

They're also some distinctly un-fun grandmother/family stuff going on lately which is depressing the hell out of everyone. Except, of course, the family members who don't give a damn.

Just. *hands* SOMEONE TELL ME OF FLUFFY THINGS.

To sum up:

Computer is being fixed. Everything is probably lost. Sigh.

I finally saw The Dark Knight, and it is everything you have ever heard and more. Heath Ledger in particular, oh my goodness. When we were discussing it after the show, I think my friend Liz paid him the highest compliment -- "I never once thought, 'oh man, that's Heath Ledger,' I was always thinking, 'holy shit, that's the Joker and he's freaks me the fuck out.'" -- because man, she was right.

I am getting all four of my wisdom teeth pulled next Tuesday. Double sigh.

I am going to Warped Thursday! I am coming with a whole caravan of people, but we're pretty diverse in who we're going to see. Who else is going? Is anyone going? Tell me so I may text you. Or stalk you. Or scream in your ear. I promise I'm not terribly scary.

uh. I think that's it? *jazz hand*

In three days it is my four year LJ anniversary! /o\

I wanted to update now, because I'm spending the next few days on a family vacation up in some cabins in Maine, which means a), I probably won't have internet for the next week, and b), I might not come back at all. Family vacations, man. They can kill you.