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sundart taught me about being alive, awake, alert, and enthusiastic. God, I'm glad I was never a Girl Scout. Yeeesh.
Anyway, I'm somewhat cranked. Which is good because I'm still stumbling through a mountain of homework. Making progress tho. Wish I could get Red Bull though. It doesn't make me nearly as jittery, nor does it give me acid tummy like soda does, not to mention one can of that and suddenly my usual ADHD level of attention span turns into the sort of fully concentrated focus that zen masters would kill for.
Came home from WAG, settled down to disjointed attempts at the backlog of 294 homework and attempted to not get distracted bysundart watching Resident Evil, which was more challenging than I realized. I always forget somehow that I have this massive hard-on for Milla Jovavich. Massive. Especially in movies where she gets to kick people in the face. (Or in this case zombies. Actually, in the other case I was thinking of, not people either. Ugly-ass aliens.) Funny how I clearly remember having a big yen for her way back in high school, way before I knew I liked girls as well as guys, when she first did Blue Lagoon. What was that, 9th grade? But I did my work, chatted online a bit with timarok's Diane and Bosslady, teased beatgoddess in my usual negrolicious way... usual evening at the Casita, really. ;)
calledtimarok, had a ridiculously long conversation with him. Thank the goddess this is going to be a really good money month, because I shudder to think about what my bit of the long distance bill is. Working Assets better appreciate me, damn it. I mean it's not like they're bribing us with pints of free ben & jerry's for using their long distance anymore. ;) Anyway, after mercilessly laughing at him for managing to turn himself into lobster-boy (how do you spend 27 years being that pale and not know enough to not wander around in 85 degree desert sun for several hours without triple digit SPF sunscreen?) we wound up having this intensely heavy conversation that kinda left me feeling somehow like my soul had been handed to one of those hibachi steakhouse chefs to get neatly diced with Ginsu knives, but amazingly enough, not in a bad way. It was kinda one of those conversations that needed to be had, and while i would rather have had it with him, say, two weeks and change from now in person, rather than over the phone getting interrupted by two really annoying felines escaping into the basement and taking forever to come out (I hate Kali and Valentino some days), I'm still glad some shit's been addressed. We'll have to see how the rest of it goes.
Anyway. I should get back to finite state automata, if not now, prolly within the next twenty minutes. Really, who needs sleep? :)
sundart taught me about being alive, awake, alert, and enthusiastic. God, I'm glad I was never a Girl Scout. Yeeesh. Anyway, I'm somewhat cranked. Which is good because I'm still stumbling through a mountain of homework. Making progress tho. Wish I could get Red Bull though. It doesn't make me nearly as jittery, nor does it give me acid tummy like soda does, not to mention one can of that and suddenly my usual ADHD level of attention span turns into the sort of fully concentrated focus that zen masters would kill for.
Came home from WAG, settled down to disjointed attempts at the backlog of 294 homework and attempted to not get distracted by
sundart watching Resident Evil, which was more challenging than I realized. I always forget somehow that I have this massive hard-on for Milla Jovavich. Massive. Especially in movies where she gets to kick people in the face. (Or in this case zombies. Actually, in the other case I was thinking of, not people either. Ugly-ass aliens.) Funny how I clearly remember having a big yen for her way back in high school, way before I knew I liked girls as well as guys, when she first did Blue Lagoon. What was that, 9th grade? But I did my work, chatted online a bit with timarok's Diane and Bosslady, teased beatgoddess in my usual negrolicious way... usual evening at the Casita, really. ;)called
timarok, had a ridiculously long conversation with him. Thank the goddess this is going to be a really good money month, because I shudder to think about what my bit of the long distance bill is. Working Assets better appreciate me, damn it. I mean it's not like they're bribing us with pints of free ben & jerry's for using their long distance anymore. ;) Anyway, after mercilessly laughing at him for managing to turn himself into lobster-boy (how do you spend 27 years being that pale and not know enough to not wander around in 85 degree desert sun for several hours without triple digit SPF sunscreen?) we wound up having this intensely heavy conversation that kinda left me feeling somehow like my soul had been handed to one of those hibachi steakhouse chefs to get neatly diced with Ginsu knives, but amazingly enough, not in a bad way. It was kinda one of those conversations that needed to be had, and while i would rather have had it with him, say, two weeks and change from now in person, rather than over the phone getting interrupted by two really annoying felines escaping into the basement and taking forever to come out (I hate Kali and Valentino some days), I'm still glad some shit's been addressed. We'll have to see how the rest of it goes.Anyway. I should get back to finite state automata, if not now, prolly within the next twenty minutes. Really, who needs sleep? :)
