No matter how many times I click the "remember me" button when I log into blogger, it never remembers me. Oye, technology.
Well, I moved in the vast majority of my stuff into my dorm. Amazingly, this room is even smaller than the on I had a year ago. Once everything is together it should be pretty comfy, though.
I went up and down the stairs a MILLION times, thus exercising my butt off, while my mom attempted to remain in my room while unpacking things...not always best when your daughter is obsessive about everything...I have a specific way the pillow cases need to be put on. She tried to alphabetize my books and DVDs...I didn't like that. I'm full of contradictions. (Everything has its place in the chaos)
Ohhh, I had another weird dream...this one was set in the caf of McDonel (my dorm building last semester) I went to get ice cream, it was being dispensed from the milk dispensers. This might seem boring, except that the actually dispensing part was on the ceiling and the ice cream (orange pop flavor) was improbably hanging down like a paper streamer or upside down see weed. When I pressed the thing for ice cream, it was very difficult to get it all to land in my bowl. Much of it ended up on my jacket. That's the highlight of the dream, but somehow, the music of The Little Mermaid was involved.
Well, it's official now. My reign of academic perfection has come to an end. I blame Santa Claus, because I worked my butt off.
More random Hitchhiker quotes:
"Conceited little megapuppy."
"The Guide is definitive. Reality is frequently inaccurate."
"I just heard on the sub-ether radio report. It said you were dead..."
"Yeah, that's right," said Zaphod," I just haven't stopped moving yet."
"...You miserable heap of maladjusted metal."
"Who are you?"
"A friend!" Shouted back the man. He ran toward Zaphod.
"Oh yeah?" Said Zaphod. "Anyone's friend in particular, or just generally well-disposed to people?"
"My name is Roosta, and this is my towel."
"Hello, Roosta," said Zaphod.
"Hello, towel," he added as Roosta held out to him a rather nasty old flowery towel. Not knowing what to do with it, he shook it by the corner.
"Here, suck this," said Roosta, offering Zaphod his towel.
"Trin Tragula--for that was his name--was a dreamer, a thinker, a speculative philosopher or, as his wife would have it, an idiot."
"He was clearly a man of many qualities, even if they were mostly bad ones."
"He had seen the whole Universe stretching to infinity around him--everything. And with it had come the clear and extraordinary knowledge that he was the most important thing in it."
"We knew each other well."
"I had no taste,"
"They want me to find the man who rules the Universe, but I don't care to meet him. I believe the man can't cook."
...that's enough for now.
Well, I moved in the vast majority of my stuff into my dorm. Amazingly, this room is even smaller than the on I had a year ago. Once everything is together it should be pretty comfy, though.
I went up and down the stairs a MILLION times, thus exercising my butt off, while my mom attempted to remain in my room while unpacking things...not always best when your daughter is obsessive about everything...I have a specific way the pillow cases need to be put on. She tried to alphabetize my books and DVDs...I didn't like that. I'm full of contradictions. (Everything has its place in the chaos)
Ohhh, I had another weird dream...this one was set in the caf of McDonel (my dorm building last semester) I went to get ice cream, it was being dispensed from the milk dispensers. This might seem boring, except that the actually dispensing part was on the ceiling and the ice cream (orange pop flavor) was improbably hanging down like a paper streamer or upside down see weed. When I pressed the thing for ice cream, it was very difficult to get it all to land in my bowl. Much of it ended up on my jacket. That's the highlight of the dream, but somehow, the music of The Little Mermaid was involved.
Well, it's official now. My reign of academic perfection has come to an end. I blame Santa Claus, because I worked my butt off.
More random Hitchhiker quotes:
"Conceited little megapuppy."
"The Guide is definitive. Reality is frequently inaccurate."
"I just heard on the sub-ether radio report. It said you were dead..."
"Yeah, that's right," said Zaphod," I just haven't stopped moving yet."
"...You miserable heap of maladjusted metal."
"Who are you?"
"A friend!" Shouted back the man. He ran toward Zaphod.
"Oh yeah?" Said Zaphod. "Anyone's friend in particular, or just generally well-disposed to people?"
"My name is Roosta, and this is my towel."
"Hello, Roosta," said Zaphod.
"Hello, towel," he added as Roosta held out to him a rather nasty old flowery towel. Not knowing what to do with it, he shook it by the corner.
"Here, suck this," said Roosta, offering Zaphod his towel.
"Trin Tragula--for that was his name--was a dreamer, a thinker, a speculative philosopher or, as his wife would have it, an idiot."
"He was clearly a man of many qualities, even if they were mostly bad ones."
"He had seen the whole Universe stretching to infinity around him--everything. And with it had come the clear and extraordinary knowledge that he was the most important thing in it."
"We knew each other well."
"I had no taste,"
"They want me to find the man who rules the Universe, but I don't care to meet him. I believe the man can't cook."
...that's enough for now.
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