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Mar. 2nd, 2008 07:32 pmLivejournal Entry:
1717:
I'm just going to go ahead and write this in bits and pieces now.
Hey, guess what time I woke up today! That's right, four fucking fifteen in the afternoon! Hey, guess how much writing I have to get done before nine thirty in the morning tomorrow! That's right, two four page essays! Hey, guess who's kinda fucked! That's right, *me!*
...Holyshit, my printer is out of ink, too. *flails*
In short, Sorcy is not a happy Sorcy. See, I was *planning* to wake up at a reasonable hour, and I *thought* the essays were shorter. I guess God either A) doesn't like me, or B) wants to see if I was serious about that being a good person thing.
See you folks tomorrow. Hopefully I'll have slept by then.
1821
*spills water all over herself*
...Further proof that today is made entierly of shit.
*pause*
And [name removed to protect the "innocent"]* is not even here to make lewd comments about my shirt being sopped. How inconvenient.
1913
Ohmygod, Satanic Mechanics on the eighth, Fuck Yes!
Shit, I have to get to Newbury Comics to buy Little Gay Scott a Sonic Screwdriver. Because, well, shit man, he built a Dalek costume for Dr. Scott last time, and, well, there is nothing better.
..Also need to find *my* sonic screwdriver. *checks pocket of photojournalist vest* I am so good. (And yes, I realize that writing "I am so good" before I check is a little bit presumptuous, but it was there, so I feel totally justified.)
'kay, back to essay. <3's to the ShadowKevin and stuff.
1927:
Right, gotta remember to pack clothes for that. Lets see...I need a short skirt, and my whoreboots, and fishnets, and a bra...oh yeah, and sharpies. Need a couple of sharpies. Right, that should be everything.
***
*I refuse to think about just how many of you this could apply to. There's at least one person in specific who I refuse to wear white t-shirts around though, for fear of him 'accidentally' spilling a glass of water on me.
Essay time!
~Sor
MOOP!
1717:
I'm just going to go ahead and write this in bits and pieces now.
Hey, guess what time I woke up today! That's right, four fucking fifteen in the afternoon! Hey, guess how much writing I have to get done before nine thirty in the morning tomorrow! That's right, two four page essays! Hey, guess who's kinda fucked! That's right, *me!*
...Holyshit, my printer is out of ink, too. *flails*
In short, Sorcy is not a happy Sorcy. See, I was *planning* to wake up at a reasonable hour, and I *thought* the essays were shorter. I guess God either A) doesn't like me, or B) wants to see if I was serious about that being a good person thing.
See you folks tomorrow. Hopefully I'll have slept by then.
1821
*spills water all over herself*
...Further proof that today is made entierly of shit.
*pause*
And [name removed to protect the "innocent"]* is not even here to make lewd comments about my shirt being sopped. How inconvenient.
1913
Ohmygod, Satanic Mechanics on the eighth, Fuck Yes!
Shit, I have to get to Newbury Comics to buy Little Gay Scott a Sonic Screwdriver. Because, well, shit man, he built a Dalek costume for Dr. Scott last time, and, well, there is nothing better.
..Also need to find *my* sonic screwdriver. *checks pocket of photojournalist vest* I am so good. (And yes, I realize that writing "I am so good" before I check is a little bit presumptuous, but it was there, so I feel totally justified.)
'kay, back to essay. <3's to the ShadowKevin and stuff.
1927:
Right, gotta remember to pack clothes for that. Lets see...I need a short skirt, and my whoreboots, and fishnets, and a bra...oh yeah, and sharpies. Need a couple of sharpies. Right, that should be everything.
***
*I refuse to think about just how many of you this could apply to. There's at least one person in specific who I refuse to wear white t-shirts around though, for fear of him 'accidentally' spilling a glass of water on me.
Essay time!
~Sor
MOOP!