vw, pukey and school don't mix! They knew this in kindergarten!
(seriously -- is there anything you can do to meet profs by phone, turn in work electronically, anything like that?)
Darn your sinister attraction!
Buffybot ,'Dirty Girls'
Spike's Bitches 35: We Got a History
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
amych - May 04, 2007 6:10:39 am PDT #7672 of 10003
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
P.M. Marc - May 04, 2007 6:10:52 am PDT #7673 of 10003
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Oh, poor L.
Oh, and I always put cinammon in the filtery bit with the ground coffee, which probably makes me some kind of Coffee Pervert, or something.
Hey! I think they do that in Bali often!
SuziQ - May 04, 2007 6:12:14 am PDT #7674 of 10003
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Plei - how far are you from Bellevue?
{{{{vw}}}} Do you have any ginger in the house?
Nora Deirdre - May 04, 2007 6:13:09 am PDT #7675 of 10003
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Oh, crap, vw! I think you should chill for a little bit, at least. Your system may settle down and you can go in a little late?
ION- PRAISE JEBUS. I have finished my final paper and mailed it to the professor. I am done, done, done, done, done.
Fred Pete - May 04, 2007 6:13:55 am PDT #7676 of 10003
Ann, that's a ferret.
Congrats, Nora!
Nora Deirdre - May 04, 2007 6:14:39 am PDT #7677 of 10003
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Thank you! This class was indeed large with the kicking of my ass. But, I hopefully prevailed!
vw bug - May 04, 2007 6:17:08 am PDT #7678 of 10003
Mostly lurking...
(seriously -- is there anything you can do to meet profs by phone, turn in work electronically, anything like that?)
The real bummer is I'm supposed to meet a classmate at 12:30 to work on a groupish project. I have no way of getting in contact with her. Well, actually, maybe I can contact the Special Collections person and let him know to tell her. I just feel badly. I don't feel so badly about missing class.
Do you have any ginger in the house?
I don't think so, but I'm about to make some peppermint tea to see if that helps. This happened the other night too. I thought it was 'cause I mixed wine with my meds, but now I'm just wondering if it's the steroids. I just checked the side effects list, and vomiting is on the "call your doctor immediately" list. Blech.
Oh, crap, vw! I think you should chill for a little bit, at least. Your system may settle down and you can go in a little late?
Yeah. I could still make it to class if I left in an hour. I just feel badly about missing working on the Special Collections stuff.
ION- PRAISE JEBUS. I have finished my final paper and mailed it to the professor. I am done, done, done, done, done.
YAYAYAYAYAY!!!!!
sj - May 04, 2007 6:22:06 am PDT #7679 of 10003
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Oh, and I always put cinammon in the filtery bit with the ground coffee, which probably makes me some kind of Coffee Pervert, or something.
I do this on the rare occassion I actually drink tea.
I just woke up now. My sleep schedule is getting so messed up again.
Glamcookie - May 04, 2007 6:38:10 am PDT #7680 of 10003
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister
I slept like crap last night. I woke up at around 2 with a really horrible headache and it is still with me. Owie.
However, last night I went to juvenile hall for school (details in LJ), so my problems feel really teeny tiny today.
hippocampus - May 04, 2007 6:45:07 am PDT #7681 of 10003
not your mom's socks.
{vw} did you call the doctor?