Change of pace

... from the previous abstract-prosey-type post. This is just standard rambling. Wheeee!

Planned to get ahead on my weekly readings for class. Didn't so much do that. INSTEAD, slept 'til almost noon, cut stuff out of magazines for my always-in-progress collage hobby, obsessively checked blogs, sold a 50-dollar study guide back to the bookstore for ONE FUCKING DOLLAR (fuck you, Barnes and Noble!), bought half a pound of dill havarti (oh, how I love thee!), went to college newspaper staff meeting (acquired more minions for my army of copy editors! mwhahahah! feel my grammatical WRATH!), returned to apartment, ate CHEESE (not all of it, but damn close!), and continued with the magazine clipping. When Roomie returned from work, she joined me in my mag-fest. She wanted pictures for the "Hot Guys Wall" in her room... and I snipped pictures of Angelina Jolie. I almost came out to her, but I wussed out at the last minute. I'm such a friggin' pussy!

Anyway, I took my books out to the living room with every intention of reading them, but then Roomie spotted a huge bug on the rug, and I had to kill it (the bug, not Roomie). And then we somehow ended up having a lengthy discussion/roommate bonding session (not bondage, ya pervs!) about our crazy families. Her sister is psychotic (seriously, she's been institutionalized several times), and my mother is fuckin' whacked, but has never been "professionally" diagnosed. We swapped stories, commisserated, and polished off and entire pint of Dove raspberry and chocolate chunk ice cream. Which I think was WAY more productive than reading about the mate preferences of some random species of spider. Stoopid graduate-level biology course. Stoopid evolutionary biology requirement for my major. Stoopid Killy and her stoopid over-ambitious decision to major in biology. I should've been an English major, goddammit. Then I could just chill outside the English building, smoking and looking pseudo-intellectual. Oh well... shoulda, coulda, woulda... I'm almost done. Two more semesters to go! And then I'm gonna... um... uhhh... do... something. Yeah, that's it... something. Good plan.