So you know how after three months of hardly EVER exercising due to schedule wackiness and laziness, you should ease back in?


...apparently I don't.


*eases onto bed with heating pads, homework, and Greek*

(Claire told me they pwn people with LATIN, okay, there are things I can resist and things I cannot resist. Even though I have to watch large portions of it through my embarrassment!squick fingers. (That gets better, right? Right?))

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!


BOB BRYAR I LOVE YOU MORE THAN LIFE, MORE THAN CHOCOLATE, MORE THAN SPENCER.


bb!Ray lipsynching? REALLY?

HOW DID WE LUCK OUT ENOUGH TO HAVE YOU LOVE US SO MUCH???



Dudes, even if it isn't actually Ray...it sure as hell looks like, doesn't it? The mouth and nose and hair?


ETA: Okay, I can't take it. Will somebody who has a twitter account ask Bob for me? Is it really Ray or just Ray as he could have been??

ETA2: *cough* Duh. Time periods. Never mind, lol. Thanks, though, vixalicious!

So, my laptop is dead.

I don't know why. I just know it won't turn on.

Funny thing? My teacher warned us OVER AND OVER to back up our files to a separate place. Do you think I did that?

Don't be ridiculous. (I always back up my fic to Google docs. I think possibly this says sad things about my priorities in life.)

So my, uh, twenty-page paper that's due in four hours?

Needs to be rewritten. In that time period.

I got up at six-thirty to maximize my working period, only to discover that, hey, the school computer labs don't open till eight. So I'm an hour shorter of sleep than necessary and no further ahead on this stupid thing.

I hate college, you know? I hate me and my stupidity, too, obviously, but I really, really, really hate college.

Six weeks left in the semester, six weeks, six weeks, six weeks, six weeks, six weeks

The only--the only--thing that makes me remember to take my pills is the fact that my birth contol is really time-sensitive, and if I don't take it within half an hour before or after the usual time, Bad Things Happen.

My prescription renewability ran out, and my doctor is two hours away, so I haven't been able to get it done.

While being unregulated sucks, the worst of it is that when I have no birth control terrorizing me, I forget to take my other pills, such as my sleep aid, vitamins, antidepressants, etc. etc. And then I wander around wondering why I feel like crap.

I remembered to take my pills, including the Melatonin, last night, and I feel like a zillion times better just for having slept soundly. Possibly this means I should, oh, I don't know, take my damn pills.

*facepalm*

Tried to get up early to study for my first exam?

Slept through two incredibly loud alarms, and forgot that my phone needed to be charged and therefore keeping it where the vibrations would go off next the skin was completely useless. *facepalm*


(On the other hand? I have one episode to watch before I'm ready and raring to go for the season premiere in two days. Probably that should make me feel worse, considering that I was supposed to be studying yesterday.

...it doesn't really, though. Oh, Bella.)

Dudes. I fail at anonymemes.

In that half the time I forget to be ANONYMOUS. *facepalm*

*uses totally appropriate icon*

QUESTION: Why does GTalk MAKE NO SENSE?

Why can I not tell the chat thingummy that I want to know when someone is online so as to initiate conversation with them? Why do I have to send them a chat invite in order to have them on my "like to talk to them" list? They're in my address book, but they don't show up in my--whatever you call it, the equivalent of a Buddy List. Why NOT? I do not want to send them ten million chat invites when they are offline. I want to KNOW when they COME online.



GRRRRR.



ETA: Lord only knows what I've done to any or all of the people I was trying to figure out GTalk with. So, if I accidentally sent you a nuclear missile...sorry?

Dear Spn/J2 fandom,

I know in the past few days I saw a reference to a community celebrating Jared's birthday. I am sitting outside B&N and really in the mood to love Jared a lot. Can somebody link me to it? I can't recall the handle of the comm for the life of me.

Yours in Jared-solidarity,

Lu







Dear RL People,

I know that you either a) think the rest of us are crazy, b) don't get in until like one in the morning on the red-eye from New York, or c) are being forced to sell people cosmetics two hours away before you can get down here. However, um...I love you a lot? I forgot to go buy myself dinner and water before setting up, and am now hugely paranoid that the second I leave someone else will show up and claim my place, and I want the "number one spot" wristband to frame and hang next to my Nicolson's napkin almost as much as I want Ginny to NOT BE INVOLVED IN THE FINAL BATTLE IN ANY WAY WHATSOEVER. (Please, dear JK.) So if any of you could be moved to pity me enough to either come hold my place or come take my credit card away from me and purchase my dinner for me, I will totally buy you dinner too.

Yours in hunger,

Lu





Dear LJ/SixApart/THEMAN,

When I asked my flist not to be asshats, I was talking to you, too. I realise you don't have me friended back, and that I was actually talking about spoilers, but still? Request stands.

Also, picking this weekend? Incredibly low blow.

Yours in disgust,

Lu

P.S. Have you NOTICED YET that every time you do this people stop purchasing things from you? Has that GIVEN YOU A CLUE yet? I was considering a permanent account--me! the extremely broke!--right up until Strikethrough. STOP PUSHING YOUR LIMITS, will you please, if we have to relocate we'll lose people and communities again.

So, for my incredibly dull computer class, I am supposed to be turning in a zillion-page packet of work, taking a test, and turning in a final project.

I have lost the instructions for ALL THREE. I don't know which exercises to do, I don't know what I'm being tested on exactly, and I don't know what the final project is about. I have ransacked the house, turned my car upside down...I'm going to sit down and cry now, excuse me.

Yeah, you know how banana muffins have banana in them?

I forgot. *clutches chest in allergic spasms*