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Mar. 8th, 2010 03:55 pmplenty of things to write when I am walking about and seeing them all over the place, and as soon as I am home and sitting in front of my computer again I forget all about them and end up doing absolutely nothing. I blame facebook.
So I'm sitting here in the library with a furry hat atop my head (I found it in the coffin lookalike last night when unpacking my cello) and my head hurts (although the furry hat is helping) and my throat aches and I am debating whether or not to go to my next class. At the rate this entry is going, I probably won't which means I will only have to go to one class today because I've already skipped the first class of the day, joy oh joy I LOVE COLLEGE~ <3
... if I'd known my classes were going to be this skippable, I would've joined more clubs. Or something.
One of my roommates has been deathly sick for the past week and my other roommate has gotten sick as well which is why I am sick now. Well, not completely. I tried a little bit of this plum wine my sister gave me yesterday and it was SO DELICIOUS I drank the whole shot (and ate the plum) before remembering that alcohol is bad for sick people. Okay, that's not the reason either. No one ever died from a little bit of plum wine. Or maybe they did, but hopefully that person will not be me. ANYWAY, the real reason is--shh, can you keep a secret?--
I'm on my period and I feel like crap.
Ew! you say. I didn't need to know that! Yeah well, this is my journal, feel free to click that little arrow up there that means "get me the hell outta here!" and make your escape. For those of you that are still here, I will proceed to further gross you out by telling you about the HORRIBLE DAY I HAD YESTERDAY. Actually, now that I think about it, I don't really want to go into all the details because I'm already depressing myself, but suffice it to say that I left bloodstains on my design team leader's chair and a MASSIVE BLOODSTAIN around the crotch of my jeans and it wasn't like I didn't know about it either (the fuck, I'm 19), the blood just went through the pad, through my underwear, through my jeans, and ONTO THE CHAIR WTF IT'S NOT LIKE I SLIT AN ARTERY, I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE IT AUGH /headdesk headdesk headdesk
Now that anyone with a Y chromosome has probably left the scene for good, here's a little tip, girls:
hydrogen peroxide
No, seriously! That was probably the only bright point of my day yesterday (that is, after we noticed the bloodstains on the chair). I poured some of that feisty stuff on my pants and watched as it frothed and bubbled like an angry volcano, eventually resolving itself into simple O2 and H2O. Who said chemistry wasn't good for anything?
(addendum: it won't do anything to your pants (or your underwear). hydrogen peroxide only reacts with organic material >:D)
I tried to explain this to my sister's cat, who lay on the stovetop and ignored me, looking bored. I then remembered that he was male, so I decided to change the subject.
"Hey," I said. "Can you believe that Amy listens to Lady Gaga?"
He continued to ignore me.
"Amy, of all people! Amy! Listening to Lady Gaga!"
At this he swished his tail a little, then proceeded to yawn so wide I could see all of his pink little kitty tonsils at the back of his throat. I gave up and started singing along to Poker Face with everyone else in the kitchen.
Puh-puh-puh poker face puh-puh poker face...
All right, I know you're probably tired of revelations by now, but here's one last one before I go:
The first three notes in that line in Paparazzi that goes "Promise I'll be kind" is the same as the first three notes in Where is Your Boy/Grand Theft Autumn when it goes "Someday I'll appreciate in value"!! Yes, I know it's in a different key. But if it were in the same key, "Promise I'll" and "Someday I'll" are the same three notes. So you could segue the two songs like so:
I'm your biggest fan
I'll follow you until you love me
Papa-paparazzi
Baby there's no other superstar
You know that I'll be your
Papa-paparazzi
Someday I'll appreciate in value
Get off my ass and call you
The meantime I'll sport my
Brand new fashion of waking up with pants on
At 4 in the afternoon
I'M A GENIUS! I'll transpose this to sheet music someday and it can be called "Where Is Your Paparazzi" by Fall Out Gaga.
Ladies and gentlemen, that will be all for the day. It seems like the class I skipped is ending soon and the class right after that is starting soon, besides which I promised the guy upstairs I'd come right back up and show him my keycard, so he's probably wondering where I am, i.e. I'd better get going. My fuzzy hat is keeping my headache at bay - hope all of you are well and not needing of fuzzy hats (though fuzzy hats are always good), wherever you may be!
So I'm sitting here in the library with a furry hat atop my head (I found it in the coffin lookalike last night when unpacking my cello) and my head hurts (although the furry hat is helping) and my throat aches and I am debating whether or not to go to my next class. At the rate this entry is going, I probably won't which means I will only have to go to one class today because I've already skipped the first class of the day, joy oh joy I LOVE COLLEGE~ <3
... if I'd known my classes were going to be this skippable, I would've joined more clubs. Or something.
One of my roommates has been deathly sick for the past week and my other roommate has gotten sick as well which is why I am sick now. Well, not completely. I tried a little bit of this plum wine my sister gave me yesterday and it was SO DELICIOUS I drank the whole shot (and ate the plum) before remembering that alcohol is bad for sick people. Okay, that's not the reason either. No one ever died from a little bit of plum wine. Or maybe they did, but hopefully that person will not be me. ANYWAY, the real reason is--shh, can you keep a secret?--
I'm on my period and I feel like crap.
Ew! you say. I didn't need to know that! Yeah well, this is my journal, feel free to click that little arrow up there that means "get me the hell outta here!" and make your escape. For those of you that are still here, I will proceed to further gross you out by telling you about the HORRIBLE DAY I HAD YESTERDAY. Actually, now that I think about it, I don't really want to go into all the details because I'm already depressing myself, but suffice it to say that I left bloodstains on my design team leader's chair and a MASSIVE BLOODSTAIN around the crotch of my jeans and it wasn't like I didn't know about it either (the fuck, I'm 19), the blood just went through the pad, through my underwear, through my jeans, and ONTO THE CHAIR WTF IT'S NOT LIKE I SLIT AN ARTERY, I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE IT AUGH /headdesk headdesk headdesk
Now that anyone with a Y chromosome has probably left the scene for good, here's a little tip, girls:
hydrogen peroxide
No, seriously! That was probably the only bright point of my day yesterday (that is, after we noticed the bloodstains on the chair). I poured some of that feisty stuff on my pants and watched as it frothed and bubbled like an angry volcano, eventually resolving itself into simple O2 and H2O. Who said chemistry wasn't good for anything?
(addendum: it won't do anything to your pants (or your underwear). hydrogen peroxide only reacts with organic material >:D)
I tried to explain this to my sister's cat, who lay on the stovetop and ignored me, looking bored. I then remembered that he was male, so I decided to change the subject.
"Hey," I said. "Can you believe that Amy listens to Lady Gaga?"
He continued to ignore me.
"Amy, of all people! Amy! Listening to Lady Gaga!"
At this he swished his tail a little, then proceeded to yawn so wide I could see all of his pink little kitty tonsils at the back of his throat. I gave up and started singing along to Poker Face with everyone else in the kitchen.
Puh-puh-puh poker face puh-puh poker face...
All right, I know you're probably tired of revelations by now, but here's one last one before I go:
The first three notes in that line in Paparazzi that goes "Promise I'll be kind" is the same as the first three notes in Where is Your Boy/Grand Theft Autumn when it goes "Someday I'll appreciate in value"!! Yes, I know it's in a different key. But if it were in the same key, "Promise I'll" and "Someday I'll" are the same three notes. So you could segue the two songs like so:
I'm your biggest fan
I'll follow you until you love me
Papa-paparazzi
Baby there's no other superstar
You know that I'll be your
Papa-paparazzi
Someday I'll appreciate in value
Get off my ass and call you
The meantime I'll sport my
Brand new fashion of waking up with pants on
At 4 in the afternoon
I'M A GENIUS! I'll transpose this to sheet music someday and it can be called "Where Is Your Paparazzi" by Fall Out Gaga.
Ladies and gentlemen, that will be all for the day. It seems like the class I skipped is ending soon and the class right after that is starting soon, besides which I promised the guy upstairs I'd come right back up and show him my keycard, so he's probably wondering where I am, i.e. I'd better get going. My fuzzy hat is keeping my headache at bay - hope all of you are well and not needing of fuzzy hats (though fuzzy hats are always good), wherever you may be!
