Wheat thins.
Hrm. Why do I always choose to post livejournal entries just as I am needing to head out of the apartment/house/dorm/what have you? Probably because I'm retarded, that's why. But, seeing as I spent the past *checks time* hour and a half doing nothing but reading Sars at Tomato Nation, I suppose I should get up off my arse and get out. As if I hadn't already spent the whole damn day at class. So, uh, yeah.
Nicole called me just now and wanted me to meet her at Penn Station, and despite the fact that I have had hardly anything to eat today, I am a little reluctant to go out and spend more money on fast food, when I really should just be eating here. What's that, you say? Why did I spend god knows how much money this past weekend on a Gaelic Storm concert and paraphernelia, a band that I have seen three times already? Because, you silly... um.... Shut up.
Yeah, so I'll probably shiver my way over there (could someone please inform whoever controls the weather that it is not, in fact, supposed to be so cold outside that I can see my breath at high noon), hem and haw, peer at the menu because I've never actually eaten at a Penn Station before, hedge a bit and finally cave in, get some random sandwhich, then tool on down High Street to buy the books that have only JUST NOW come into the university bookstores, selling half my soul, my firstborn child, and a jelly donut in order to pay for them. Then Nicole and I will come back to the apartment and watch one of the movies I impulsively rented Friday night---Catch Me If You Can, I'm thinking---attempting to do homework while we watch it, with mixed success, and then she'll leave because she's tired and it's getting cold(er than it already is) and I will waste approximately four hours online before crawling into bed at 2 a.m. or later.
Um, yeah. So, I'm gonna go now.
Nicole called me just now and wanted me to meet her at Penn Station, and despite the fact that I have had hardly anything to eat today, I am a little reluctant to go out and spend more money on fast food, when I really should just be eating here. What's that, you say? Why did I spend god knows how much money this past weekend on a Gaelic Storm concert and paraphernelia, a band that I have seen three times already? Because, you silly... um.... Shut up.
Yeah, so I'll probably shiver my way over there (could someone please inform whoever controls the weather that it is not, in fact, supposed to be so cold outside that I can see my breath at high noon), hem and haw, peer at the menu because I've never actually eaten at a Penn Station before, hedge a bit and finally cave in, get some random sandwhich, then tool on down High Street to buy the books that have only JUST NOW come into the university bookstores, selling half my soul, my firstborn child, and a jelly donut in order to pay for them. Then Nicole and I will come back to the apartment and watch one of the movies I impulsively rented Friday night---Catch Me If You Can, I'm thinking---attempting to do homework while we watch it, with mixed success, and then she'll leave because she's tired and it's getting cold(er than it already is) and I will waste approximately four hours online before crawling into bed at 2 a.m. or later.
Um, yeah. So, I'm gonna go now.