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Tomorrow (well, later today at this point), it's going to be seventy-nine. 79! Soixant-dix-neuf! Sixty-ten nine! That's nearly four-twenties! Holy crap, Chicago!
Today I got a package from my mom. It came in a box that had formerly housed Girl Scout cookies (and apparently the Caramel DeLites have changed over to being Samosas in my area now, too). This box, however, contained no Girl Scout cookies. (It was also nearly impossible to open, even after I got a start on the maze of tape.) No, this package was full entirely with desserts and things I have to make myself. You should see my section of the pantry now. I have... four cans of soup, some canned veggies, two jars of tomatoes (homegrown and homecanned, I don't want to finish them off just yet), and a box of oatmeal. There used to be a box of Triscuits (mostly gone) that'd been there since O-Week, but I finally remembered to throw it away earlier this quarter. Anyway, across the bottom, there are now about seven or eight bread mixes, just as many muffin mixes, and a carrot cake mix. Oh, and cookie-ingredients. Unfortunately, both of my roomies are rather... healthy-like, at least when it comes to desserts. Or absentminded. Or both. Leaving me to consume these confections by myself. Okay, the muffins I can do. Those count as breakfast, and can be passed off as such. But there's no way I can finish off an entire cake. Maybe I should do study break or something.
So, I'm sort of in an odd position right now. I got back from class around 7ish today and dozed off around 8ish. Got up at eleven, and discovered they were playing DDR down on the fifth floor. I had to join them, of course, and that definitely woke me up. (I also discovered that my roomie next year is quite good, and can probably beat me, because I'm not all that accurate anymore. Woo!) So now I'm sort of sitting here... I drabbled out another 100-some words on that fic I need to have finished for Saturday (and have a plan for finishing it now! I hate it less!). I finished both my Fafsa and Profile, e-mailed my mom. E-mailed this scholarship lady to tell her that I was going to be "out of town" the first weekend in May (Rosemont counts as out-of-town, as far as I'm concerned, and nevermind that ACen isn't really what would normally fall under a vacation or something.) I just need to e-mail my Rescom boss and tell him I'm coming back next year and I'll be all caught up with my e-mail. That's just something I shouldn't do at four in the morning. I'm... I'm almost ahead in my work right now.
( And then I sort of talked about the day and got very, very rambly. So cut to save your friendslist )
Today I got a package from my mom. It came in a box that had formerly housed Girl Scout cookies (and apparently the Caramel DeLites have changed over to being Samosas in my area now, too). This box, however, contained no Girl Scout cookies. (It was also nearly impossible to open, even after I got a start on the maze of tape.) No, this package was full entirely with desserts and things I have to make myself. You should see my section of the pantry now. I have... four cans of soup, some canned veggies, two jars of tomatoes (homegrown and homecanned, I don't want to finish them off just yet), and a box of oatmeal. There used to be a box of Triscuits (mostly gone) that'd been there since O-Week, but I finally remembered to throw it away earlier this quarter. Anyway, across the bottom, there are now about seven or eight bread mixes, just as many muffin mixes, and a carrot cake mix. Oh, and cookie-ingredients. Unfortunately, both of my roomies are rather... healthy-like, at least when it comes to desserts. Or absentminded. Or both. Leaving me to consume these confections by myself. Okay, the muffins I can do. Those count as breakfast, and can be passed off as such. But there's no way I can finish off an entire cake. Maybe I should do study break or something.
So, I'm sort of in an odd position right now. I got back from class around 7ish today and dozed off around 8ish. Got up at eleven, and discovered they were playing DDR down on the fifth floor. I had to join them, of course, and that definitely woke me up. (I also discovered that my roomie next year is quite good, and can probably beat me, because I'm not all that accurate anymore. Woo!) So now I'm sort of sitting here... I drabbled out another 100-some words on that fic I need to have finished for Saturday (and have a plan for finishing it now! I hate it less!). I finished both my Fafsa and Profile, e-mailed my mom. E-mailed this scholarship lady to tell her that I was going to be "out of town" the first weekend in May (Rosemont counts as out-of-town, as far as I'm concerned, and nevermind that ACen isn't really what would normally fall under a vacation or something.) I just need to e-mail my Rescom boss and tell him I'm coming back next year and I'll be all caught up with my e-mail. That's just something I shouldn't do at four in the morning. I'm... I'm almost ahead in my work right now.
( And then I sort of talked about the day and got very, very rambly. So cut to save your friendslist )
