My life is occasionally hysterical
Gross, but hysterical. I really liked Helene, Chris's girlfriend, for the first time in oh, like, ever today. We were discussing class schedules for the fall, and she's enrolled in Parasitology. One of their homework assignments? To bring in a personal fecal sample for analysis. Um. I stared at her, absolutely horrified, for about ten minutes.
And then I asked, "So what if you've got a gorgeous lab partner? What do you say?"
"Well," she said, absolutely deadpan, "I see you really like corn."
It felt good to laugh. In approximately 45 minutes, it will be exactly one week since my purse got snatched and this cycle of awful luck began. It's a full moon, it's Lammas, and it is ending. I'm excited about attending the Grove tomorrow-- I've lacked focus all week. Generally, I'm pretty upbeat, but I've been faking it. It's just been one thing after another. And now, poor Martin, our 14-year-old kitty, has to be put down. He's vomiting blood, the poor guy. He's so old and rickety. It's going to absolutely break Adrian, and I wouldn't be surprised if our poor dog Lady follows soon after.
I finally gave in and did some therapeutic shopping as a distraction. Some of it was to reclaim what I'd lost-- I got a new bag, big enough to put books in but with all sorts of neat nooks and crannies, and of course my favorite lipstick, the only lipstick that's ever looked good on me. I also got a comfy green tee-shirt that I'm contemplating getting a pair of oversized cargo pants to match. And I got a completely kick-ass watch for $10-- I've nicknamed it "the Aeryn watch" due to the recent Farscape-athon. It's black leather about an inch wide with lots of funky buckles and a very sci-fi face. It's time to get over this funk. Hopefully, I've seen the last of unforseen woes for a little while.
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isabel0329. Jake Gyllenhall is rapidly becoming my imaginary boyfriend. I mean, just look at him. He's got good arms, I love good arms. I melt at good arms. And the smile. Guh. Those Gyllenhaals, they kill me.
And then I asked, "So what if you've got a gorgeous lab partner? What do you say?"
"Well," she said, absolutely deadpan, "I see you really like corn."
It felt good to laugh. In approximately 45 minutes, it will be exactly one week since my purse got snatched and this cycle of awful luck began. It's a full moon, it's Lammas, and it is ending. I'm excited about attending the Grove tomorrow-- I've lacked focus all week. Generally, I'm pretty upbeat, but I've been faking it. It's just been one thing after another. And now, poor Martin, our 14-year-old kitty, has to be put down. He's vomiting blood, the poor guy. He's so old and rickety. It's going to absolutely break Adrian, and I wouldn't be surprised if our poor dog Lady follows soon after.
I finally gave in and did some therapeutic shopping as a distraction. Some of it was to reclaim what I'd lost-- I got a new bag, big enough to put books in but with all sorts of neat nooks and crannies, and of course my favorite lipstick, the only lipstick that's ever looked good on me. I also got a comfy green tee-shirt that I'm contemplating getting a pair of oversized cargo pants to match. And I got a completely kick-ass watch for $10-- I've nicknamed it "the Aeryn watch" due to the recent Farscape-athon. It's black leather about an inch wide with lots of funky buckles and a very sci-fi face. It's time to get over this funk. Hopefully, I've seen the last of unforseen woes for a little while.
This icon by
isabel0329. Jake Gyllenhall is rapidly becoming my imaginary boyfriend. I mean, just look at him. He's got good arms, I love good arms. I melt at good arms. And the smile. Guh. Those Gyllenhaals, they kill me.