Sep. 19th, 2012

apocalypsos: (i think that's going to leave a mark)
I came home the other day from class to discover that one of the rats, Franklin, died while I was gone. I can't say I was entirely surprised, as he'd had a rash of diarrhea a couple of weeks ago and while he got over it quickly enough, he didn't gain back the weight he'd lost as well as I'd like. I'm still upset, not only because pets passing away is awful but because Franklin was a sweetie who let me hold him and put him on my lap and scratch behind his ears, whereas Winston is a fat bastard who bites. *sigh*

For added fun, I have a week to write a paper on Japanese temple geometry, which I've been avoiding since, you know, it's a paper on Japanese temple geometry. Which is cool from a historic and social perspective and intimidating from a sweet-chocaolte-dipped-Jesus-I-dislike-math-sometimes perspective.

Also, my birthday is next Saturday, and I suspect I won't get much. Which is cool, I guess ... I'm mostly hoping I just get enough to splurge on this shiny new cover for the tablet I was able to buy through the school bookstore with some of my scholarship money. (Which I'd feel more guilty about if it weren't for the fact that it's already coming in way more useful than the Kindle did and it's less of a pain to bring to class than my laptop.) Oh, and I'm hoping I'll have some extra to use to go to the harvest festival at the Christmas tree farm next Saturday all by myself so my obsessive-compulsive side can finally be allowed to finish that damn corn maze they have without someone else getting tired and deciding we need to quit stomping through the mud and go get funnel cakes instead. I don't ask for much, me. ;)
apocalypsos: (i'm saddened by parker's glumface)
You know you need to go buy groceries when you're wasting time on Amazon adding snack food to your wish list.

(Pringles sweet potato chips? Do they even make those anymore? And if not, WHY OMG WAAAAAAAANT. AND OMG THEY HAVE INDIAN PUMPKIN SEEDS. GET IN MY BELLEH DAMN IT.)

EDIT: HOLY SHITBALLS. THERE ARE PUMPKIN SPICE HERSHEY KISSES. OMG I HAVE NEVER SEEN YOU BEFORE BUT I LOVE YOU SO. I NEED FORTY-SEVEN BAGS OF YOU TO LAST THE PUMPKIN-SPICE-LESS MONTHS. GRAAAAAABBYHANDS.

(I literally shrieked "OHMYGOD" at top volume when I saw those.)

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