It’s Thursday.
Will this work?
This valium, necessarily and appropriately prescribed for muscle spasms, is doing a very effective job on that front. But writing this paper is looking…a bit out of reach. (Taken with instagram)
Internet poll: re-dye the hair (darker red, w slight brownishness), or let the sun keep washing it orange till it goes blonde by the end of the summer? (Taken with instagram)
You can’t hold me back when it comes to Kardashian Kolors. The sparkles! (Taken with instagram)
The shirt as intended. THERE IS A POCKET. (Taken with instagram)
Any guesses on how long my shirt’s been backwards for? I HAVE BEEN WALKING AROUND WITH A WEE POCKET ON MY BACK YOU GUYS. (Taken with instagram)
Just committing the Beat It music video to memory. No big. (Taken with instagram)
No one wants to read it but I'm writing it so there you go -
I ruined my favorite snack.
Basically.
My coffee bumming conversation went like this:
Me: Hey! Psst! Psst!
Girl in my class: Silence
Me: Check who’s on fb chat. Pick one of those girls.
Me: Hey can I borrow coffee money? Forgot my wallet, will die soon.
Girl: Yeah, now? Break’s not for 30 minutes.
Me: Yes now. Or else I die.
Awkward money exchange in the middle of lecture, awkward leaving of lecture which only contains 20 students to begin with, acquisition of coffee, all is better. BETTER in the universe. Not right, but better.
But suffice it to say that I’ll be following up with everyone to make sure that OMG ARE YOU OKAY BECAUSE THAT’S NOT OK!
And I was fully expecting to show up all broken and lame today and have a big ‘ole pity party on my behalf. But girl (a) got in a car accident on the way to school this morning and girl (b) had a seizure last night, they are both worse off than I am, neither is at school, and I’m all worried sick about both of them plus feeling sort of like an asshole for even thinking about feeling sorry for myself.
Car crashes!
Seizures!
OMG!