Pointless Announcements

What more can I say about how awesome I am?

 

I you weren't so conceited, you'd be perfect.

 

so the flight from iceland didn't appear on any tracking systems until about an hour ago.
my brain decided that must mean i had the day wrong.
or that the plane had exploded.
it's good to approach ordinary questions in a reasonable way.

 

Amiright?

 

I want to do these things this afternoon: work out (bike ride sounds nice, but I don't wanna take the time to change right now), laundry, homework, nap. Realistically, I will only get 3 done. Which should I prioritize? :/

 

'Sho nuff.

Alternating between faux conceit and self-deprecation is necessary to keep yourself healthy in this bitter, bitter world in which we live.

That and lots of booze.​

 

...

Borla: "I'd take a nap."
...because excellence just comes to him in his sleep.​

...​

 

Oh, god. I've stumbled across Tony Stark/Loki slash. I'll see ya'll sometime next week.

 

Today, I have found a herbs-packed liquorice from Finland. So good.

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On another note, why do Americans even bother making liverwurst? WHY?

Since it's liverwurst it obviously tasted good, but nowhere near the awesomeness of German (e.g. Landhof) liverwurst.

 

Later...

 

Always have like that song. I prefer the live version from the orginal LP but the muppet take does give it an interesting additional humorous twist.

 

Today's labs were fun but exhausting. I did perform an enema on a dismembered torso with a, um, hole. It was weird standing there before we got started, the group of us, trying to look at the instructor but not being able to resist looking at that hole, staring at us like an unblinking eye. I think they did that on purpose. That'll be a good story for my date tonight.

I am sitting here wondering what to wear...I'm leaning toward jeans and a sweater. He sent me an email saying that it might be chilly tonight and where we are meeting is all outdoor seating. It's warm out there now, though, so I dunno. Can't never tell much in this fucking schizophrenic state.
It's not like I have a lot of options, you know, clothing just hasn't been a huge priority for me in a long while. He's seen quite a bit of me in my hideous uniform, so just about anything would be an improvement, I suppose.

Haven't decided if I'm going to drink coffee or have a little catnap.
Look at me, all anxious and running off at the fingers and shit. This is pathetic.

 

You're supposed to go before you leave.