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lierdumoaHave bruises on my inner thighs in the unsexiest way possible. Was climbing from chair to dresser to get up on my loft bed (fondly referred to as the "chastity loft") when the chair wobbled out from under me and I fell on the edge of the dresser in such a way that, well, let's just say it's a good thing I'm not a guy.
Wisdom teeth -- weird. I've had a slight gap between my two front teeth since I was little that now seems to be closing because of my wisdom teeth. On the one hand, I'm finding my mouth more suited to my personal aesthetic. On the other hand, food gets stuck more easily. Eh. Fair tradeoff, I figure. I'm not suffering from any undue mouth pain, so it's all good.
Coughed this morning. And sneezed. Think I may have finally cought the sickness that's been making the rounds in my co-op. I suppose being my usual anti-social self couldn't keep me safe from contagious illness forever. Should probably buy myself some orange juice.
Am trying to find a good Saiyuki community to post my fanart. Hmmmm. Don't really know much about fanart communities considering I practically never make any. And, okay, WTF I already write fic and vid. If I develop yet another fannish obsession I'm not going to be able to eat or sleep. Which will be cool when I finally drop those 15 lbs I've been wanting to drop, but not so cool when I collapse in the middle of my digital arts lab and need to be rushed to the hospital.
Wah.
Anyway, have to call up arts college because I'm supposed to start class tomorrow and the guy in admissions still hasn't called me back and I still don't know how to register. Then I've got a breakdancing seminar this evening. Oh yeah, and I still need a job. I'm considering being a parttime scam telemarketer in San Francisco. Or a waitress. Whichever. I just want money, damnit, so I can afford to go to VividCon. Hopefully without prostituting myself. Don't even get me started on my summer internship options, or lack thereof.
Oh, Firefly vid, why are you still not done? You hurt me with your notdoneness. You hurt me so much I start making up words. If I counted the number of times I yelled, "OBEY ME!!!" at Premiere over the past week I'd probably scare myself to the point of checking myself into a mental hospital.
Wisdom teeth -- weird. I've had a slight gap between my two front teeth since I was little that now seems to be closing because of my wisdom teeth. On the one hand, I'm finding my mouth more suited to my personal aesthetic. On the other hand, food gets stuck more easily. Eh. Fair tradeoff, I figure. I'm not suffering from any undue mouth pain, so it's all good.
Coughed this morning. And sneezed. Think I may have finally cought the sickness that's been making the rounds in my co-op. I suppose being my usual anti-social self couldn't keep me safe from contagious illness forever. Should probably buy myself some orange juice.
Am trying to find a good Saiyuki community to post my fanart. Hmmmm. Don't really know much about fanart communities considering I practically never make any. And, okay, WTF I already write fic and vid. If I develop yet another fannish obsession I'm not going to be able to eat or sleep. Which will be cool when I finally drop those 15 lbs I've been wanting to drop, but not so cool when I collapse in the middle of my digital arts lab and need to be rushed to the hospital.
Wah.
Anyway, have to call up arts college because I'm supposed to start class tomorrow and the guy in admissions still hasn't called me back and I still don't know how to register. Then I've got a breakdancing seminar this evening. Oh yeah, and I still need a job. I'm considering being a parttime scam telemarketer in San Francisco. Or a waitress. Whichever. I just want money, damnit, so I can afford to go to VividCon. Hopefully without prostituting myself. Don't even get me started on my summer internship options, or lack thereof.
Oh, Firefly vid, why are you still not done? You hurt me with your notdoneness. You hurt me so much I start making up words. If I counted the number of times I yelled, "OBEY ME!!!" at Premiere over the past week I'd probably scare myself to the point of checking myself into a mental hospital.
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Date: 2005-02-03 03:32 am (UTC)Sometimes I think i'ts justifed :)