Usually, I love Wednesdays. It makes me feel like I have hugely surpassed an enormous obstacle, or something, but today, I just felt totally out of it, and I have narrowed down the possible causes of my disagreeable state of mind to the following;
1) Did not get tea or coffee this morning, resulting in a change of my routine of needing to go to the bathroom 5 times in the morning. The omission of these repeated bladder-related absences made me sit all the way through my classes, without any breaks at all, which is a very ridiculous proposition, all in all. Plus, the water in my water bottle tasted stale. Which is frustrating when I had just filled it up. Which leads me to believe that there is something chemically not correct with the water that comes from the school's taps and/or water fountains; which leads me to believe we are all slowly being poisoned which LEADS ME TO BELIEVE that we are all going to lined up and shot by employed primates to solve the population crisis while we are all dopey off of stale water!
2) Rachel was listening to A Very Potter Musical in Chem today but she was sitting on the other side of Astrid and I therefore couldn't (why is the computer brain telling me that is not how you spell couldn't, I am positive that couldn't is a word, what the fudge) (actually because I just said fudge my day has gotten a lot better- too bad it will be over in an hour an a half. "...If you fudging touch me one more time I'm going to fudging kill you...!" -Dean Winchester while his blood is being extracted from his arm by a Pagan god) listen and sing and comment obnoxiously on the contents of this ingenious piece of musical literacy. I believe that because I haven't yet had the chance to listen to even a snippet of 'Pigfarts' my mind is actually going into a state of inequilibrium.
Also, in Chem, we were first promised to play rounds of Balderdash, but obviously Mr. Doak is confused about that game, because what we really played was guess the definition, which was, although enjoyable, not as gratifying as Balderdash. Also, I learned a word that meant completely inept at all things, which I was much excited to add to my vocabulary of words I can insult people with without them realizing/throwing heavy objects at me, and now I do not remember the word. Only the definition.
3) My boyfriend continues to lie and decieve himself every day. First off, he starts a blog and lets the world know that he is called sometimes 'Ranger Danger Douglas'. His name is Ryan, and I keep telling him as much, Ryan Douglas McKay, Ryan Douglas McKay, and he never believes me, and I fear the more he lies the more he is selling his soul to the devil. And I don't want him to go to hell. I am that selfless.
4) I had another point, but I do not recall what it was; forgetting things makes me resent memory at all. Because if it is not there to help us recall these trivial matters to publish in our blogs, then what is it there for at all?
Also, I am not carnivorous. Simply convivial.
You're SO carnivorous. and cute and cliché.
ReplyDeleteLyndsay, it has been decided long ago that we're going to the SEVENTH LAYER of Hell. There's no saving us now. And I'm not lying anyway so its no biggie.
I don't know why I am going to hell...
ReplyDeleteExcept if you leave me and I jump off a bridge, because according to Dante the second or third circle of Hell is filled with people who committed suicide. They are trapped in trees for eternity.
...lalala.
But you are just a liar.
And you are wrathful, as well.
You beat me, after all.
You guys talking about Dante's Inferno is somewhat disturbing...although I suppose you have read Jodi Picoult.
ReplyDeleteThe term is musical LITERATURE. Not literacy. Literacy implies the ability to read. But that is unfortunate about AVPM. I watched it with some of my opera friends, they were much amused and impressed.
Same reaction with the Last Five Years. I am pleased.
Anyhoo, I'm going to bed. There was no new Supernatural tonight, and I am depressed. Our mother is, as well, because I told her I may be absent for most of the summer.
Onwards
How come you're not going to be here?
ReplyDeleteWhere are you going in the summer?