i scrambled home, but couldn't find my usual halloween makeup. instead of blacking my face out as i'd intended, all i could do was make it look like i was bleeding from my eyes, ears, and nose. apparently that was more than enough to freak out everyone around me, especially old ladies. i just hoped to be looking so hard done-by that even evil spirits would let me be :P
urchin's birthday party was pretty cool - what are the chances of meeting somebody else with a serious smiley tat? we had a surprising amount to talk about.
urchin has found a kitten; a decidedly cute one. we were discussing how inappropriate a pet can be as a gift, when it suddenly struck me that giving someone an infant / small child for their birthday would be very funny. also, giving someone a really drunk person - it's almost the same level of responsibility...
i had too much to drink last night.
today:
the morning began with the dream sketched above, and belly troubles. and a hangover. that lasted me most of the morning, even though i'd made sure to drink plenty of water before going to bed :S
i was feeling too down to smile today, and i think my arms were a bit stiff... from friday? weird. maybe it's from sleeping at funny angles.
i arrived on campus early, so i studied the library before class. i wasn't feeling good, and the first class reflected that perfectly.
the lunch break was chilled, i spoke to a couple of potential employers and learned (the hard way) about the orange salespeople.
now i just need to figure out how to transfer all my important data from my n95.
a random saleswoman tried to attract my attention by shouting "green glasses!" at me, then couldn't understand why i simply walked past. i'm sorry, but you expect me to stop when you can't even think of me, for just a moment, as a person and not a target? frack off.
dammit.
the seminar was better, at least. i *have* to come to class prepared, because i *always* have something to say and i now realize just how suspicious my silence on thursday must have been :/
it has been insinuated that we should begin writing our abstracts... i think i may have a plan :)
the new guy is pretty cool - he's also a panic ensemble fan and he liked my shirt.
nystire called again while i was sorting out the material for the rest of the week, this time to ask about a piece of work that should've been checked three years ago and that was the responsibility of an idiot that couldn't make heads or tails of what he was doing. that aggravated me unnecessarily.
the sunset was stunning, though. i met up with pg, eventually wr joined us, and we all went to jerusalem to join the march against our degrading rights.
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