WHAT THE FUCK.
how in HELL did i end up with pink eye? i haven't had conjunctivitis since i was, oh, perhaps 10? what a great time to find myself unable to wear my contacts and having to throw my eye makeup out. but don't fret, i'm washing my hands and not touching my eyes. you'll all be pink eye free, unlike your unlucky friend over here.
since i'm picking up my birth control prescription at the same time, and buying replacement makeup, it's going to be a very expensive trip to walgreens.
other than missing both my classes today (ohdeargod, professor schatz is going to skin me alive - hopefully my well-written email to him will keep the sharks at bay), and this whole pink eye business, things are okay. and my varieties of modern judaism paper is eight pages long! and i was worried about getting the minimum 6! silly, silly me.
i am exhausted though. tonight holds gail's safe sex wall with condoms galore (if she has any decent ones i'll start up a collection for myself) and the bitch festival. fuck the bacardi bitch beer that's being provided though. i'm bringing guinness, beer of british badasses, of which i wish i were one.
also, for future reference: if anyone at all wants to get me hot, sit me down and have me watch "stop making sense." david byrne made my (instead) cup runneth over. with HOTNESS! i fucking love the talking heads.
so as fun as this is, i must a) finish my paper for real and b) go to walgreens. which means that i don't have time for a longer entry right now. go have a good wank instead. wankers.
how in HELL did i end up with pink eye? i haven't had conjunctivitis since i was, oh, perhaps 10? what a great time to find myself unable to wear my contacts and having to throw my eye makeup out. but don't fret, i'm washing my hands and not touching my eyes. you'll all be pink eye free, unlike your unlucky friend over here.
since i'm picking up my birth control prescription at the same time, and buying replacement makeup, it's going to be a very expensive trip to walgreens.
other than missing both my classes today (ohdeargod, professor schatz is going to skin me alive - hopefully my well-written email to him will keep the sharks at bay), and this whole pink eye business, things are okay. and my varieties of modern judaism paper is eight pages long! and i was worried about getting the minimum 6! silly, silly me.
i am exhausted though. tonight holds gail's safe sex wall with condoms galore (if she has any decent ones i'll start up a collection for myself) and the bitch festival. fuck the bacardi bitch beer that's being provided though. i'm bringing guinness, beer of british badasses, of which i wish i were one.
also, for future reference: if anyone at all wants to get me hot, sit me down and have me watch "stop making sense." david byrne made my (instead) cup runneth over. with HOTNESS! i fucking love the talking heads.
so as fun as this is, i must a) finish my paper for real and b) go to walgreens. which means that i don't have time for a longer entry right now. go have a good wank instead. wankers.
[Edited on Mar 10, 2006 10:30PM]
Don't mind me. I'm just crusing around random journals & making unnecessary pop culture referenences. Nothing to see here. Move along.