On the first day of finals week, my true love said to me...I am procrastina-ting.
BUT - this is DESERVED procrastination. Semi-deserved. I just finished reading all chapters for my Perception final...which I had planned to take tonight...now I'm shooting for tomorrow morning. Good enough. So here are some random facts you may have no desire to know, but I will tell you because I give not one grain of shit about the perception of flavor. And not in the sense of "Damn bitch, why you got to waste my flavah," OR "the flavor of love"... I'm talking, "scientific psychological bullshit" flavor...taste+olfaction=flavor.*If you need me to take care of your plants while you're on vacation, you may want to reconsider. I have killed my cactus. Yes, a CACTUS. I blame it on Nebraska.
*Coffee shops should be "college-student-only" during finals week. Go away old hyena-laugh, seasonal-sweater-wearing, I'm-hip-because-I-buy-coffee-where-the-college-kids-go ladies from the office across the street. I'm trying to study.
*When the hell did DVDs cost $20 on SALE? Oops, that's not a fact. DVDs now cost $20 on SALE. There it is. Am I such a jaded bargain shopper that I've forgotten what paying full price entails? I think so.
*I only check my mail once a week. If that. It keeps my hopes in check.
That's all for tonight. Stay tuned for tomorrow's inevitable post. xx
posted by Hae @ 10:55 PM
2 Comments:
OH MY HOLY CRAP. "Damn bitch, why you got to waste my flavah?" I'm still laughing! The good people at the slang flashcard company would be proud. I know I am.
I blame the cacuts incident on IKEA. Don't throw it away yet, though. Maybe your dead cactus will live on (creepy-ass style) like mine did.
I agree with you about the coffee shop thing. Back in the 'Gusta days, every (what was it Bea? Thursdays? I'm going with Thursday.) Every Thursday there was this big loud group of old people who would come into Borders and practice speaking French. There was this one guy whose voice overpowered all the rest as he spoke his annoying, halting French. I wanted to stuff my pencils up his nose and throw iced chai at him and his faux-French friends (hot dang I love alliteration).
And I KNOW about the DVDs. Seriously, Walmart is basically the only place you can get them for 14 or so dollars anymore. And for every six dollars you save by going to Wally World to make your DVD purchases, you are giving up an equivalent piece of your soul. Or so I hear.
I get lots of credit card applications in my mail. And sometimes a loan company trying to get me to consolidate with them. And sometimes a flier informing me that a sex offender has moved in a few blocks away. Coupon mailers. Sale announcements. But then Heath sent me a card last week. It is the hope of things like that that keep me making the trek to the mail room (almost) every day.
Annnnnnnd...scene.
Mad love, my htd.
Lovelove.
You have just made me burst out laughing in the hallway of Burnett - the psychology building. I hope they don't take me to the basement for testing...
MAD love xxxxx
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