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Dear People of the Telemarketing and Phone-Related World,
STOP CALLING MY HOUSE AT NINE FREAKING A.M. I had to wake up, roll out of bed, and dash into the living room to answer the phone so my dad didn't get annoyed. And now I'm awake, despite the fact that I would really like to spend another hour in bed. Oh, and I'm cold. Not cool! Remember when you called my dorm every day at 8 o'clock sharp, right after my roomie left for class, and wouldn't even hang up if I didn't answer the phone? That was also a very good example of Not Cool. I even finally lost my temper and yelled at you over that. You're going to make me explode.
Siiiigh,
me
Oh, and at best it will be another nine hours before I can see the FMA movie, even if it does finish downloading. Darn the internets! Oh, what to do. I guess I'll scan the incredibly dorky things I did last night, even though I won't be needing them for about a week. Weee.
Editness: (Because I don't have anything to do but wait to go to work in the next fifteen minutes). My summer is almost over. Gah! (All right, I'm trying to waste time before work by tacking more onto this entry now, like, an hour after I wrote it). So, letsee... what have I done. I still can't speak or read Japanese. And I definitely can't draw, though maybe I've improved slightly. I finished a lot of books early in the summer, and then the library decided to let me down and lose most of the other ones I wanted. I've discovered a weird amusement with figuring out what the handwritings of different fictional characters would be like. Now that it's September and all the deadlines for having writing samples are in, I suddenly find myself underneath a veritable flood of plot ideas (gee thanks, brain. I love you too). And I still don't have a major. Wee.
P.S. I <3 Neil Gaiman. And I'm really leaving now, because otherwise I'm going to be late. And at 8 I might actually get to sneak over to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sketchyheart's and watch the movie, yaaaay!!
STOP CALLING MY HOUSE AT NINE FREAKING A.M. I had to wake up, roll out of bed, and dash into the living room to answer the phone so my dad didn't get annoyed. And now I'm awake, despite the fact that I would really like to spend another hour in bed. Oh, and I'm cold. Not cool! Remember when you called my dorm every day at 8 o'clock sharp, right after my roomie left for class, and wouldn't even hang up if I didn't answer the phone? That was also a very good example of Not Cool. I even finally lost my temper and yelled at you over that. You're going to make me explode.
Siiiigh,
me
Oh, and at best it will be another nine hours before I can see the FMA movie, even if it does finish downloading. Darn the internets! Oh, what to do. I guess I'll scan the incredibly dorky things I did last night, even though I won't be needing them for about a week. Weee.
Editness: (Because I don't have anything to do but wait to go to work in the next fifteen minutes). My summer is almost over. Gah! (All right, I'm trying to waste time before work by tacking more onto this entry now, like, an hour after I wrote it). So, letsee... what have I done. I still can't speak or read Japanese. And I definitely can't draw, though maybe I've improved slightly. I finished a lot of books early in the summer, and then the library decided to let me down and lose most of the other ones I wanted. I've discovered a weird amusement with figuring out what the handwritings of different fictional characters would be like. Now that it's September and all the deadlines for having writing samples are in, I suddenly find myself underneath a veritable flood of plot ideas (gee thanks, brain. I love you too). And I still don't have a major. Wee.
P.S. I <3 Neil Gaiman. And I'm really leaving now, because otherwise I'm going to be late. And at 8 I might actually get to sneak over to
sketchyheart's and watch the movie, yaaaay!!
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