School Starts Monday
And I am wishing with every atom in my body that it doesn't. I was excited. Now I'm already apathetic. Usually it takes me at least 2 weeks to move into that stage... after school starts. Oh well. Another thing that is bugging me is that I have jogging at 8am on Monday and I don't know whether I'm expected to show up in running clothes the first day or not. Also don't know if I'll be given time to shower and change afterwards or if everyone in my next two classes gets a bag of smelly Emma treat.
Also lab. WTF. I hate labs. They're so long. And consist of so much waiting. Especially in OChem. Hopefully this Fri (yes, I'm so lucky I have Fri lab) will be washing your glassware day, like it was last year at SU. After a yearpointfive of water-acetone-water-soap-water-acetone, I've got that pretty well down. My fingers remember well, anyway. Man, they had the best-smelling soap in that ochem lab at SU. There was one, 'Berry Blast' or some shit, that smelled like the powdered mix fruit drink shit they used to give us after Sunday School in my old church. Back when we were small enough you could actually give the whole congregation juice without breaking out major army ops.
Tomorrow I'm going to Ikea. Never been there before. Should be an interesting experience, with all the babble I've heard about it.
And this dude keeps calling me, at like 9 at night and 7:30 in the morn. Angry cuz I didn't send him a key. A key? I never knew anything about sending a key, so don't get angry at me, boy. WTF, a stalker, I hear you say. No. He's my realtor. I'll send you a key after I sign a contract saying you aren't going to fucking burn my house down or some shit, mister. Yea. Don't rush me. I run this shit. I pay you.
I think I was supposed to type some song lyrics here, but I forgot.
Also, if you need a TV my dad is probably going to make me sell mine, so come and get it. But pay me, damnit. Don't just take it. That's mean.
And if you know where I should put this shelf, or where my calendar is (the animal one, not the Happy Family one or the 365 one - I found those), or where to hang the whiteboard in my office, please let me know.
Thanks.
Also, will these nails hold up this coathanger thingy?
Also lab. WTF. I hate labs. They're so long. And consist of so much waiting. Especially in OChem. Hopefully this Fri (yes, I'm so lucky I have Fri lab) will be washing your glassware day, like it was last year at SU. After a yearpointfive of water-acetone-water-soap-water-acetone, I've got that pretty well down. My fingers remember well, anyway. Man, they had the best-smelling soap in that ochem lab at SU. There was one, 'Berry Blast' or some shit, that smelled like the powdered mix fruit drink shit they used to give us after Sunday School in my old church. Back when we were small enough you could actually give the whole congregation juice without breaking out major army ops.
Tomorrow I'm going to Ikea. Never been there before. Should be an interesting experience, with all the babble I've heard about it.
And this dude keeps calling me, at like 9 at night and 7:30 in the morn. Angry cuz I didn't send him a key. A key? I never knew anything about sending a key, so don't get angry at me, boy. WTF, a stalker, I hear you say. No. He's my realtor. I'll send you a key after I sign a contract saying you aren't going to fucking burn my house down or some shit, mister. Yea. Don't rush me. I run this shit. I pay you.
I think I was supposed to type some song lyrics here, but I forgot.
Also, if you need a TV my dad is probably going to make me sell mine, so come and get it. But pay me, damnit. Don't just take it. That's mean.
And if you know where I should put this shelf, or where my calendar is (the animal one, not the Happy Family one or the 365 one - I found those), or where to hang the whiteboard in my office, please let me know.
Thanks.
Also, will these nails hold up this coathanger thingy?
