>wake up
>briefly turn on computer cause hey, why not?
>blue screen of death
>startup repair taking hours to finish
>possibility of broken computer
I’m
Batty Escapades
I was walking back into my building this afternoon when I saw two girls- who I don’t particularly like and are actually really obnoxious- poking and screaming at something near the little tree-filled bedthing near the building.
Imagine my surprise when I get there and they’re poking a little bitty bat, who obviously was wounded or just scared out if its mind. And while asking them to stop poking it and quiet down, since they were probably just frightening it (it was obviously alive, as it opened its mouth at one point), I was regaled with such wonderful little snippets as “ohgod that’s so gross! It’s so nasty!” “it’s like a rat!” “OH MY GOD IS THAT ITS EYES?” (when it opened its itty bitty mouth because she poked it hard) and, my personal favorite, “No way, bats don’t have eyes!”
I couldn’t suppress my “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!” as I got them away from the little baby and managed to get it onto my swipecard to put it in the shadows of the building, where hopefully it wouldn’t be stepped on.
Apparently it’s gone now, so I’m hoping it was just frightened and recovered when it started getting dark.
I can’t really express the rage I felt this afternoon.
Seriously, “Bats don’t have eyes!” !!!????? T:<
The Hand of Fear
Sarah Jane: Don’t forget me.
The Doctor: Oh, Sarah. Don’t you forget me.
Sarah Jane: Bye, Doctor. You know, travel really does broaden the mind.
The Doctor: Yes. Until we meet again, Sarah.The Wedding of Sarah Jane Smith
Sarah Jane: Is this the last time I’m ever going to see you?
The Doctor: I don’t know. I hope not.
Sarah Jane: Goodbye, Doctor, until the next time.
The Doctor: Don’t forget me, Sarah Jane.
Sarah Jane: No-one’s ever going to forget you.This is practically how my best friend SpecialShera and I said good bye at the college, since I won’t be returning. ;_;
I miss her.
Yup, this is basically exactly how the two of us said good-bye. No joke.
Miss you too, Remmy. But it’s not forever. ♥
hangover 2
dfdlfnm
HARRY POTTER
FUCK YEAH
True Grit
…
That’s actually kind of disconcerting?
Apocalypse Now.
FUCK
Con Air.
Um.
I CAN’T FEEL MY LEGSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!
I’m the dude, man
I’m infected by your genetics. T:<
About Today
So, I didn’t end up even starting my 750 words or a picture tonight. But honestly, I’m not torn up about it.
I got to bake an apple pie and chocolate chip cookies, and hang out with all of my teammates- especially Nana, who’s leaving tomorrow until August. So, to be completely honest, I see it as a day well spent.
That said, I’ll get back on track tomorrow. Sorry about this. ;;;
Dude. This guy just boosted my hope for humanity by at least 10%. I can’t even fathom. Fantastic, fantastic man.
What Do I Even
I’ve been out of school for the year for two weeks, and worked all this week. I am still coming to terms with the fact that I don’t have an assignment due tomorrow or some research I need to do tonight.
What do I even do with myself? I need to set some art-related goals and DO THEM. And of course research/apply for scholarships, per usual. But yeah.
Also still getting over the fact that it’s SUMMER and there’s actually grass on the ground. When you live up here, that’s sometimes hard to get accustomed to. Just saying.
Fire Alarms
After the sheer number of times I’ve been forced to waste my time standing out in the cold or rain thanks to people burning popcorn in our building, I vote that another course be added to GEU requirements: Popcorn 101, How to microwave popcorn without making the alarm go off. T:
Yeaaah. I … to be COMPLETELY honest, haven’t even looked at my school’s offered courses for my major (English.) Because I’ve already been told that they’re shit. I am seriously debating not going back to school next year, after what’s been going on with the laying off of teachers, and the SEVERE lack of classes offered. If I stay here, there’s no possible way for me to graduate on time. I don’t know who they think they’re kidding. And if I do quit, I’m quitting for good.
Bah. Have a comic I did for the paper.
