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dasheroy_muffins) wrote2011-02-09 11:52 pm
dasheroy_muffins) wrote2011-02-09 11:52 pm
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So I was productive today.
I went to class (which was actually the only place I wasn't productive, since I was bored out of my gourd for both classes and spent them drawing instead), then squeezed in some Fullmetal Alchemist with my friend Ian... And then I decided to come home and clean, for whatever reason, so my side of the room/my desk is clean for the first time in... wow, probably about two months.
And then I decided that hey, it's been six weeks since I've done laundry (seriously how did I even manage that wtf), I'm running out of clothes rapidly, I should do those. So two loads of darks and one load of white later (I actually had one more load of dark, but I ran out of money ;_; ), I got everything in the giant industrial dryer that can fit way more than I ever put in it and dries my clothes so much they come out smelling burnt... and of course, I had so much clothing in there that nothing actually got dry. Thanks, dryer, you're a reliable pal.
Plus, my phone ran out of money and my service got cancelled. Again. This was supposed to be refilled automatically from my dad's account... either that doesn't ever ever work like it should, or he's out of money. Which is funny, because he paid for my train tickets home this weekend for once... which are half as much as my phone coverage is. And it looks like I'll probably have to pay for the phone this month. So... thanks, Dad.
Bleeeeeeehhhhhhhhhh. And I've been doing homework all day and still have more, and I have to get up in the morning at like 7...
Man, today is a dumb day.
Also, Zac: you can just go straight to hell for all those "teasing" comments about me and how I'm "dating" Ian. You remember how I asked you out a few weeks ago, and you said no? You think maybe that might make your jokes just a little bit not okay? Not to mention the fact that I have asked you to stop, and you do not? Between that and the lesbian jokes (which, dude. Make up your mind. I can't be a lesbian and dating Ian), you are being an asshole.
And now I may have pinkeye. Which would suck a lot less if I wasn't afraid of putting things in my eyes, such as medicinal eyedrops, and if my eyes didn't automatically close when anything comes within a foot of them.
I went to class (which was actually the only place I wasn't productive, since I was bored out of my gourd for both classes and spent them drawing instead), then squeezed in some Fullmetal Alchemist with my friend Ian... And then I decided to come home and clean, for whatever reason, so my side of the room/my desk is clean for the first time in... wow, probably about two months.
And then I decided that hey, it's been six weeks since I've done laundry (seriously how did I even manage that wtf), I'm running out of clothes rapidly, I should do those. So two loads of darks and one load of white later (I actually had one more load of dark, but I ran out of money ;_; ), I got everything in the giant industrial dryer that can fit way more than I ever put in it and dries my clothes so much they come out smelling burnt... and of course, I had so much clothing in there that nothing actually got dry. Thanks, dryer, you're a reliable pal.
Plus, my phone ran out of money and my service got cancelled. Again. This was supposed to be refilled automatically from my dad's account... either that doesn't ever ever work like it should, or he's out of money. Which is funny, because he paid for my train tickets home this weekend for once... which are half as much as my phone coverage is. And it looks like I'll probably have to pay for the phone this month. So... thanks, Dad.
Bleeeeeeehhhhhhhhhh. And I've been doing homework all day and still have more, and I have to get up in the morning at like 7...
Man, today is a dumb day.
Also, Zac: you can just go straight to hell for all those "teasing" comments about me and how I'm "dating" Ian. You remember how I asked you out a few weeks ago, and you said no? You think maybe that might make your jokes just a little bit not okay? Not to mention the fact that I have asked you to stop, and you do not? Between that and the lesbian jokes (which, dude. Make up your mind. I can't be a lesbian and dating Ian), you are being an asshole.
And now I may have pinkeye. Which would suck a lot less if I wasn't afraid of putting things in my eyes, such as medicinal eyedrops, and if my eyes didn't automatically close when anything comes within a foot of them.