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kjpepperBarely sleep plus general life stress plus not eating all day gives the day a weird surreal cast.
Beatgoddess and I went to Denny's last night to commiserate about life shit over fried food. No Jen tonight, but there was a cute Latina waitress and Steak Knife Lady (the surly blonde). Bitched, moaned, watched pretty girls and their boyfriends go by, ate, went home, where I crashed and burned. Woke up with a start at 7:30 this morning, started wibbling, and immediately ran out of the house. Went to the office for a little while, then back up to campus for class 1 - Science Fiction? Speculative Fiction?
That class is going to kick all kinds of ass. Especially as - get this - can we say guest lecture by Octavia Butler? *drool* *froth* My god. I've wanted to meet this woman for years, and wanted to be her for as long as I've been writing. And I get to meet her in April. In the sage words of Cartman, "sweeeeet."
After that class, I went down to Seelye Basement to chat with Lisa for a little bit, then went over to the USC to set up my Banner and Blackboard accounts, though apparently I do not as yet have campus computer access. Bash em good. Then, after trying to find the location off to math. Which is taught by the cutest little Asian chickie that gets far too excited about the intersection of planes in space. Well, if I've got a fighting chance of passing Linear Algebra, she might help.
Off to deal with awful things, and then away into the night, where I discovered I didn't want to freeze my ass off by riding up the hill home... so instead I rode downhill instead (sorta) to the bike shop, where I left my ailing Bellenoire in capable hands for her annual tuneup, a .... some bike repair term I can't remember right now involving getting all the gunk out of the chain works, replacing the brake pads, and whatever ball bearing is going in the pedals that's causing the kaCHUNKing. Left her there until I can pay for the tuneup and repair.
From there to Thornes, where I bought some wool socks and an Odwalla, and considering the stupid, tired wibbliness of my day, treated myself to a cab home. And now homos are cooking dinner, which is great as I haven't eaten all day. Oh, did I mention in the midst of the stupidity cha cha I freaking started bleeding? starvation plus stress plus serious crampy goodness equals not a happy Andee.
Maybe I'll go to bed for a while after dinner.
Beatgoddess and I went to Denny's last night to commiserate about life shit over fried food. No Jen tonight, but there was a cute Latina waitress and Steak Knife Lady (the surly blonde). Bitched, moaned, watched pretty girls and their boyfriends go by, ate, went home, where I crashed and burned. Woke up with a start at 7:30 this morning, started wibbling, and immediately ran out of the house. Went to the office for a little while, then back up to campus for class 1 - Science Fiction? Speculative Fiction?
That class is going to kick all kinds of ass. Especially as - get this - can we say guest lecture by Octavia Butler? *drool* *froth* My god. I've wanted to meet this woman for years, and wanted to be her for as long as I've been writing. And I get to meet her in April. In the sage words of Cartman, "sweeeeet."
After that class, I went down to Seelye Basement to chat with Lisa for a little bit, then went over to the USC to set up my Banner and Blackboard accounts, though apparently I do not as yet have campus computer access. Bash em good. Then, after trying to find the location off to math. Which is taught by the cutest little Asian chickie that gets far too excited about the intersection of planes in space. Well, if I've got a fighting chance of passing Linear Algebra, she might help.
Off to deal with awful things, and then away into the night, where I discovered I didn't want to freeze my ass off by riding up the hill home... so instead I rode downhill instead (sorta) to the bike shop, where I left my ailing Bellenoire in capable hands for her annual tuneup, a .... some bike repair term I can't remember right now involving getting all the gunk out of the chain works, replacing the brake pads, and whatever ball bearing is going in the pedals that's causing the kaCHUNKing. Left her there until I can pay for the tuneup and repair.
From there to Thornes, where I bought some wool socks and an Odwalla, and considering the stupid, tired wibbliness of my day, treated myself to a cab home. And now homos are cooking dinner, which is great as I haven't eaten all day. Oh, did I mention in the midst of the stupidity cha cha I freaking started bleeding? starvation plus stress plus serious crampy goodness equals not a happy Andee.
Maybe I'll go to bed for a while after dinner.
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OH MY GOD!
Date: 2004-01-26 06:36 pm (UTC)Which of her books are you assigned?
speaking of socks...
Date: 2004-01-26 09:04 pm (UTC)Rest, homo, rest!
Date: 2004-01-26 11:44 pm (UTC)