So tonight as a prelude to the suck day I’m going to have tomorrow, I can’t find my UCF ID. This is crucial to 1) getting in my dorm building, but most importantly 2) taking my Sociology exam tomorrow and getting a scantron sheet for it. I ripped everything apart in my room to try and find it, but no such luck. It is definitely not here.
So I need to wake up at 6 AM tomorrow to swing by my car and make sure it didn’t fall out inside, and if it isn’t, then travel to the Card Office, pay $10 to get a new card, skip my Personality Theory class because I then have to do laundry and study for the Sociology exam and print a paper out for Speech. Then I have to take the Exam go to Speech, and the IMMEDIATELY without returning to my dorm get to my car and drive back to Orlando, where I then have to babysit three children whom I’m never met from 3:30 until around 10:30. Then drive back to UCF because I have a class the next day where I have to look presentable and go on an observation to an Elementary school.
The UCF ID is becoming a giant pile of shit in what was otherwise going to be a pretty crap filled day.
The Land Before Time Interview With The Vampire An American Tail Up An American Tail: Fievel Goes West Fight Club Pan’s Labyrinth Memento HP & The Half-Blood Prince Chocolat Kill Bill Vol I and II Donnie Darko Watchmen Princess and the Frog Ponyo Spy Kids A Scanner Darkly The Boy in the Striped Pajamas The Crazies Howl’s Moving Castle My Neighbor Totoro Kiki’s Delivery Service 9 The Prestige The Illusionist Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas House of 1,000 Corpses Malice in Wonderland How to Train Your Dragon Secret Smile Bright Young Things Hamlet The Pianist Schindler’s List Victor/Victoria
It’s getting what looks like a little blister thing by the outside hole on the top. Which is probably something normal in the healing process (since I only got it a month and a half ago), but my hypochondriac brain automatically jumps to THE PIERCING IS REJECTING AND IT’S A KELOID AND I’LL HAVE PERMANENT DISFIGUREMENT OMG.
So I’ll stick to cleaning it gently once a day and leaving it alone otherwise because from what I’ve been able to gather, it could just be irritated because I’ve been moving it more often and starting to sleep on that side.
I just noticed it yesterday morning, so if it doesn’t get better by Wednesday afternoon, I’ll go to the piercing place by campus to see what they think. :/
I know we had plans earlier, boo, but I just got really busy. But know that I intend to do you. I intend to do you hard. And it’s going to take a long time (potentially, all night) because I know how much harder you get as the night wears on. And I’m sorry if I don’t finish- I’ve had a rough week. Sometimes, you know, I have a headache, or I’m tired.
These things happen.
But you’re always here for me, even when I don’t think I want you or need you, even when I’m mad that you’re constantly by my side. But you know, as I do, that it just makes it that much sweeter when I finally get the satisfaction of finishing you off for the night. Of course, you’re so insatiable that you’re always back the next night for more. I guess it’s masochistic to say so, but I sort of like that.
All of Charlie Brown’s friends are imaginary. You know how very time he attempts to kick the football Lucy holds, she pulls it away and he trips over himself? The reason the football is always “pulled away” is because there is no football…and there is no Lucy…
Charlie Brown is a young boy in a low-income family. He has no real friends or siblings. He has his real dog Snoopy, who really isn’t friendly towards him, so his “imaginary” snoopy goes on adventures and has his own exciting life as an excuse to why he doesnt bother with him.
Ever notice how most of the holiday episides are gloomy? It’s because that’s how it really is, but in the end they always turn out good…in his imaginary world that is. Not recieving letters on Valentines day, recieving rocks on Halloween, getting a skinny dying tree for Christmas…that’s all real…the ends of those episodes are what he makes up in his imagination.
Ever wonder why you never hear the adults speak normally? It’s because that’s what Charlie thinks of what adults say. It’s gibberish he doesn’t understand. At his age, he doesn’t know what the words “loan” or “bankrupt” or “forclosure” means. So in his imagination all adults speak in a silly non-understandable voice.
I want to cry right now.
are you kidding me right now
I had some weird half crying, half laughing noise come out of my mouth right now. Oh my god.