2003-06-16 - 3:08 p.m.
I accidentally made scones last night instead of doing my linguistics assignment.
Okay, maybe not so much accidentally, it's not as if somewhere between kneading the dough and dividing it into pieces I went "Hey... this doesn't look like an essay," although be assured that I am likely to do things like that someday.
Where this leaves me today is sconeless (well, they were tasty) as well as ling essayless.
At least it's not due til 4pm tomorrow but it's already past 3 now and all my brain is thinking now is "You know what, The Bold & The Beautiful is on at 4:30,"
I dreamed last night that I seduced my ling professor or something along those lines and it got me out of doing my essay. Was notably disappointed upon waking up because not only did I not really have my token clandestine affair with older male (a must for every girl at least once in lifetime... only not Adam Sandler's ex-girlfriend's new boyfriend's type old in Big Daddy, somewhere pre senile fossilisation I mean, preferably on the Richard Gere side of the spectrum and not the Michael Douglas/Sean Connery sides) I also obviously still have the essay looming over my head.
MSN tells me I have recieved a new message from Teeth. It would be cool if my teeth could email me, though probably not very interesting, after all, they're only teeth.
I'm probably going to have to open that message just because I am still slightly hopeful it's from my teeth, but chances that it's porn are sadly high. As long as it's one or the other and not some combination of the two it shouldn't be too ultimately disturbing.
Ahem. Hullo. I still lack an essay, can you tell?
If only people would stop talking. Everywhere. Then there would be no point to doing the essay.
Teeth email was from someone pushing dental converage, colour me relieved.
My parts of the house are clean, I cleaned them as part of my new slightly improved procrastination - you do do something productive, just not the thing you're s'posed to be doing. As a result I now have one drawer for makeup one for moisturising one for hair products one for perfumes and face cleansery things, a star-shaped bowl holding my necklaces and bracelets, a little one holding earrings and another little one holding rings, and the cool bowl Kim sent me is housing my lipgloss stash.
Note to self - get more gloss, some of my old ones have gotten "funky" smells, and not in the good way. Not that there really is a good way when something's funky, there's more a really bad way and a not so great way.
Still no essay.
Okay, maybe not so much accidentally, it's not as if somewhere between kneading the dough and dividing it into pieces I went "Hey... this doesn't look like an essay," although be assured that I am likely to do things like that someday.
Where this leaves me today is sconeless (well, they were tasty) as well as ling essayless.
At least it's not due til 4pm tomorrow but it's already past 3 now and all my brain is thinking now is "You know what, The Bold & The Beautiful is on at 4:30,"
I dreamed last night that I seduced my ling professor or something along those lines and it got me out of doing my essay. Was notably disappointed upon waking up because not only did I not really have my token clandestine affair with older male (a must for every girl at least once in lifetime... only not Adam Sandler's ex-girlfriend's new boyfriend's type old in Big Daddy, somewhere pre senile fossilisation I mean, preferably on the Richard Gere side of the spectrum and not the Michael Douglas/Sean Connery sides) I also obviously still have the essay looming over my head.
MSN tells me I have recieved a new message from Teeth. It would be cool if my teeth could email me, though probably not very interesting, after all, they're only teeth.
I'm probably going to have to open that message just because I am still slightly hopeful it's from my teeth, but chances that it's porn are sadly high. As long as it's one or the other and not some combination of the two it shouldn't be too ultimately disturbing.
Ahem. Hullo. I still lack an essay, can you tell?
If only people would stop talking. Everywhere. Then there would be no point to doing the essay.
Teeth email was from someone pushing dental converage, colour me relieved.
My parts of the house are clean, I cleaned them as part of my new slightly improved procrastination - you do do something productive, just not the thing you're s'posed to be doing. As a result I now have one drawer for makeup one for moisturising one for hair products one for perfumes and face cleansery things, a star-shaped bowl holding my necklaces and bracelets, a little one holding earrings and another little one holding rings, and the cool bowl Kim sent me is housing my lipgloss stash.
Note to self - get more gloss, some of my old ones have gotten "funky" smells, and not in the good way. Not that there really is a good way when something's funky, there's more a really bad way and a not so great way.
Still no essay.
