ngeh

NGGGEEHEHEEEEEHNBHEHEEENHNNNNNNNNGNNNNNNNNNNNnnnkkkkkkkknnnnn

*passes out*

Gah. Why? WHYYYY? And hee. In my rampant self-pity I sound like Luke Skywalker. "But I was gonna go to Hoshi station to pick up some power converters." "No, that's not true. You're lying. That's impossible! NOOOOOOOOO!"

Gah. If ever a day were gah-worthy, today is it.

Went to Doctor Man for the result of my CT scan... nothing abnormal. My nasal septum is all whacked out of kilter apparently, but also apparently that's not... a bad thing? Gah. And if I still feel bad a week from now, I need to set up an appointment to get an allergy screening done. Why we haven't done this before, I do not know. Basically he's got no clue and he's just throwing meds at me at random. Back at square one.

Took my Spanish exam. I finished and waited around for ten minutes in the hope that someone else would finish soon so that I wouldn't be the first up [pathetic, yes, I know] but no one did, so I turned my paper in. Senora Morton was all, "Finished already?" giving me a look that seemed to say, "Why did this student turn in this obviously crap exam? Why did she rush through it? Doesn't she know it's terribly important?" Then she got right to grading. I left.

Robyn's considering leaving. Sadness abounds. Yes, the noise, yes, the aggravation, but...

On the other hand, though, I got a survival package from some random group, with a gazillion packets of tea and some Ramen and tea and coffee and tea and cookies and Starbursts and tea, so that's good. And I have a 12.5 oz box of Goldfish, so that's good. I'm alive. I'm done with one of my finals. Why doesn't this make me feel better? Gah...

*bangs head on desk*

*repeats*

What's the one thing more important than exams? Posting LJ!

Well... I succumbed to peer pressure. Sorry.

Dear Santa,

I have been a good girl.

It really wasn't my fault what happened at Sarah's Christmas party. It was Robyn who spiked the punch with too much vodka. I can't help it if I drank 25 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like vanilla sugar flavored lip balm.

I thought it was funny when I put Laura's knee socks on my head and danced the funky chicken on the coffee table while singing `"Macarthur Park"'. I didn't mean to break Sarah's remote control and don't know why Sarah would sue me for being an incurable nerd.

I don't remember calling Will's wife a slippery sheep---even though she looked like one with blue eye shadow and purple lipstick!

And when I threw up on Avis's husband's arm, it was only because I ate too much of that mac'n'cheese.

After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my tractor through my neighbor's living room. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a furry armadillo and have me arrested for wearing white after labor day!

So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all slimy and long. And I'm really not to blame for any of this pretty stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!

Sincerely and slowly yours,
Alex (Really a nice girl!)

P.S. It's only 42 bucks!