Olfactory?

Gawd, I hate that place.

Que? Did I get that totally wrong?

t edit Okay, I should not post while editing 30-page articles on T-cell lymphoma, because my brain is fried to the point of not recognizing actual humor.

My bad.

t /currently humor-impaired jerk

t edit again I seriously looked up the word, then squinted at Andi's post for a good 60 seconds before it clicked. My license to Internet should be revoked today.

Aw, poor Teppy. I offer you chocolate in lieu of hugs.

For Shir, I send hugs and chocolate.

ETA: Hil should probably be given hugs, chocolate, and a good alibi for when her patience with her advisor comes to a sloppy, bloody, messy end.

ETA2: smonster, please be on the lookout - those cats are up to something. I can hear their little kitty plotting from here.

auditory detritus

Olfactory?

Why, what did I say?

...d'oh.

My advisor did finally respond, but my ankle is crap today, and I can't make it to the meeting, so I emailed to reschedule. I'm nearly positive that he hasn't actually read the stuff I want to discuss yet, anyway.

I really wish I could use crutches, but they screw up my shoulder.

I'm definitely team Jacob. I much rather have good abs and burst sneakers than liquid topaz eyes and a fear of hand jobs.

Oh, Simon Pegg! I less than three you!

My iPhone is making me emo this morning. I should probably stop putting song on simply because lines from them were used as titles for favorite Gunn/Wes stories and/or the songs themselves were used for favorite vids.

Shir, much balance to you.

I, sadly, didn't really give a fuck about my grades. I mean, sometimes, I liked to be all competitive and shit about test scores, but I bore easily and only like to put out enough effort to get by when I'm not especially interested in the subject matter.

The Tylenol fumes have clearly affected your brain, MM.

I can hear their little kitty plotting from here.

Oh, lawd. Now I'm scared. Nikolai peed on L's bed *while* she was scooping his pan the other day. If Bella joins the conspiracy they'll outnumber us, and then we're really in trouble. Though not as bad as my parents' house, where the cat/human ration is 8/3. Thankfully they're far too splintered to create a kitty coalition, but they inflict a fair amount of damage regardless.

Just in case anyone is experiencing a kitten deficiency, here is a CuteOverload pic for you: [link]

And wow, I envy ones who can wear pencil skirt.

Yeah, I was surprised to discover that they look good on me, given that my waist is large relative to my hips, but I guess they emphasize the curves I do have. A-line skirts OTOH? Make me look like the symbol on a women's bathroom door; a rectangle plus a triangle, with a circle head atop.

Word. And I love that tattoo print skirt, but I'd have to rip off that bottom ruffle.

I got a "B" in my last graphic design course (not this current one, which is the Last-last one, but hte one before), and it bothered me. Not because I thought I deserved an "A", but because I wasn't really getting feedback, and when I did get feedback and followed it, it didn't shift my grade that much. It just felt kind of... arbitrary. If I had been told why, maybe had the flaws pointed out, I would have been happier.

I had quite the wake-up call going to an English university after getting used to American letter system. Oh, yes, I did. And I thought about not going to my graduation ceremony next March because I'm not graduating with the absolute top of the class. And then I thought: fuck it, I'm going!