so... last night i studied like i was supposed to. then i went to bed around 12:30 as i had intended. then i was freezing, lying there trying to fall asleep. but i figured, if i just lie here a little longer, i'll warm up. i was wrong. so around 1:00 i got up, wrapped myself in my fuzzy-warm bathrobe, and went to turn up the thermostat. when i got back to my room, i was so cold i crawled back in bed still in my bathrobe and pulled all the covers up to my chin... early this morning, of course, i woke up uncomfortably hot and, keeping my eyes closed, pulled off the bathrobe and the top two blankets. got up fifteen minutes late, but still managed to shower and do everything i needed to do (including making myself a strong cup of tea - since coffee does such bad things to me) and still leave for school on time. 9:00, i got to my communications class and realized to my horror that i had (for the second time this semester) left my precious travel-mug of caffeine sitting in my car. so i suffered through comm, and somehow after that did rather well on my music appreciation test. got back to my car and on the way to work came to the sad realization that my tea just does not taste good when it's not hot. so i didn't drink it. so it was in this slightly haggard condition that i arrived at work 25 minutes early. i then set into motion the caffeination process - three half-drinks, one shot of espresso each, staggered by about 30 minutes. despite michael's claims that i was "bouncing off the walls," my unorthodox level of espresso intake did absolutely nothing other than keep me awake and (mostly) functioning. even so, work was good - i love my co-worker people; not everyone is so fortunate to work with such wonderful kids (: and now i'm home. and i'm still tired. which is why i'm still home. mmm. friday night: i can almost taste the sweet, rich, buttercream weekend. taking a personal day tomorrow (translate: cleaning my room unless otherwise distracted), so don't expect anything interesting out of me anytime soon...
p.s. - incidentally, i did not end up working with ben g. today, because he switched shifts with his girlfriend, gypsy, so she could work at her other job this morning... but we are definitely still on good terms. he even gave me a hug.
Friday
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*note to the AFG*
freezing can, in fact, be avoided through proper creation and usage of a Magic Blanket Kingdom. for more information on MBKs, simply contact your local jo unit (a.k.a. 4 of 6), and she will be happy to instruct. thank you, and have a nice night of freezing your ass off.
-the management
(itooamuntranslatable.blogspot.com)
"sweet, rich, buttercream weekend" ...ain't that the truth :P
Alyssa, Alyssa.......
I still have knots in my back and I've decided I have at least 3 now. Although the rubbing helped the one. And don't buy anything Jo sells. it might not be safe.
No, no, Magic Blanket Kingdoms are like piling blankets on top of you till you can't like breathe. At least, I think that's what they are. And as long as if you have buttloads of blankets, you won't need to purchase any from Jo ;) Because, as Kim said, "It might not be safe."
love, kristen
dear children,
let me first bring to your attention the fact that my dear gelfling did not say a word about selling me anything. she wouldn't dare. second, kristen, magic blanket kingdoms are much more than piles of blankets. they are specially structured so that breathing is permitted, even encouraged. and third, little jo, i don't think there exists the possibility for a large enough magic blanket kingdom to suit the AFG. and i fear that the thousandfold increase in density (or was it mass?) might go terribly awry...
teehee.
preach it sistah..
Cold soup is no good either. Hey, I think I can have a b-log of my own and just piggy-back on A-dog's. Boo-friggidy-ya! The microwave at Lenoir (surprisingly not pronounced Len-WAH... though I bet you could get some serious Wu-Tanging done in Len-Wah) does not work. I ate cold soup in a cold place today. Boo-friggidy-hoo.
A Magic Blanket Kingdom, nay, Empire, with hundreds of assimilated nationalities and agricultural-industrial projects that don't work (did somebody say Khrushchev? [inane Russian techno ensues]), sounds great about now. Just so long as I could get my thesis done. I wrote 20 pages this week, whilst having time to make a Chillu-gorilla here and there and there and there again. Who's going to say woobah for me?
I am, that's who. Though any contributors would be welcome.
-Foster Face
Um... I think I got my own blog. Oops.
dear ff, i will most certainly say woobah for you at least twice. we should start a petition to change the pronunciation of lenoir so that the necessary wu tanging could take place. and congratulations on joining the blogging masses...
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