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Sorry. That just made me happy, and i thought i ought to share. Haha. It was on my Murphy's Law poster, and it cracks me up, it's so random.
Murphy's law kind of fits my mood right now--whatever can go wrong, will--because exactly one week from this moment, I'm going to recuperating from what the call "major" surgery. I don't call it that, because it's outpatient, and I'm sorry, but anything that they can do in the hospital and then send you home four hours later can't be that "major."
I'm not that worried about it, really, I just hope it fucking works this time. It just makes me nervous, going under anesthesia...dunno, not being awake, a bunch of people around me..it just makes me nervous. Waking up from it always sucks too, because there for a second you're thinking, "Wow, this is the worst pain of my life, and by the way, where in the FUCK am I?" But then they give you the good drugs and all the pain fades away.
So i don't know. I guess i'm feeling verbose tonight because i can't sleep (huge surprise) and I REALLY don't want to get this surgery. It's going to interrupt with my classes, and I have a hard time imagining how i'm going to sign left-handed for two weeks. Rachel's right, i'm sure people do it all the time, but it's hard! haha. I just don't want to learn a new way to do something i already know how to do.
I don't think that made any sense for those of you who don't speak Cathy out there, but the rest of you survived it intact, i'm sure.
My room is starting to look like someone actually lives here now, which is nice. Rachel said that it looked at first like a hooker's hotel room, which (while being inaccurate) was almost true. It was just barren, and it really did look like someone's hotel room, hooker or no. So I bought some posters today at the Baker poster sale and now my room looks slightly more alive, and i really like it. Rachel even let me put up a picture of me she took last year. It's actually just of my hands, playing the piano, but it's a really cool pic. It looks good above my bed. I really wanna decorate some of the halls and stuff with some of Rachel's pics, because they really are that good, or at least some of them are (or most). So I think I'm going to buy her some nice printing paper and a fucking magenta 8 cartridge (hers is on the fritz at the moment) and I'd like to decorate some on Wednesday when I only have one class.
Wow. That was quite a run-on sentence. Camus would be proud.
Speaking of Camus, i read 50 pages this evening for homework that's due tomorrow, and I actually finished it. yay! haha. I know, i know...wait, you want recognition for doing what someone asked you to do? Well, yes, actually. That's exactly what i'd like. 50 pages in french is a lot, and on the first day of classes, it's more than a lot. It's downright inconvenient. So yeah. Actually did it.
Okay, I'm running out of steam here, which is probably the reason the last couple of paragraphs are full of misspelled gibberish.
I'll try to sleep some,
hope idem!
me
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Sorry. That just made me happy, and i thought i ought to share. Haha. It was on my Murphy's Law poster, and it cracks me up, it's so random.
Murphy's law kind of fits my mood right now--whatever can go wrong, will--because exactly one week from this moment, I'm going to recuperating from what the call "major" surgery. I don't call it that, because it's outpatient, and I'm sorry, but anything that they can do in the hospital and then send you home four hours later can't be that "major."
I'm not that worried about it, really, I just hope it fucking works this time. It just makes me nervous, going under anesthesia...dunno, not being awake, a bunch of people around me..it just makes me nervous. Waking up from it always sucks too, because there for a second you're thinking, "Wow, this is the worst pain of my life, and by the way, where in the FUCK am I?" But then they give you the good drugs and all the pain fades away.
So i don't know. I guess i'm feeling verbose tonight because i can't sleep (huge surprise) and I REALLY don't want to get this surgery. It's going to interrupt with my classes, and I have a hard time imagining how i'm going to sign left-handed for two weeks. Rachel's right, i'm sure people do it all the time, but it's hard! haha. I just don't want to learn a new way to do something i already know how to do.
I don't think that made any sense for those of you who don't speak Cathy out there, but the rest of you survived it intact, i'm sure.
My room is starting to look like someone actually lives here now, which is nice. Rachel said that it looked at first like a hooker's hotel room, which (while being inaccurate) was almost true. It was just barren, and it really did look like someone's hotel room, hooker or no. So I bought some posters today at the Baker poster sale and now my room looks slightly more alive, and i really like it. Rachel even let me put up a picture of me she took last year. It's actually just of my hands, playing the piano, but it's a really cool pic. It looks good above my bed. I really wanna decorate some of the halls and stuff with some of Rachel's pics, because they really are that good, or at least some of them are (or most). So I think I'm going to buy her some nice printing paper and a fucking magenta 8 cartridge (hers is on the fritz at the moment) and I'd like to decorate some on Wednesday when I only have one class.
Wow. That was quite a run-on sentence. Camus would be proud.
Speaking of Camus, i read 50 pages this evening for homework that's due tomorrow, and I actually finished it. yay! haha. I know, i know...wait, you want recognition for doing what someone asked you to do? Well, yes, actually. That's exactly what i'd like. 50 pages in french is a lot, and on the first day of classes, it's more than a lot. It's downright inconvenient. So yeah. Actually did it.
Okay, I'm running out of steam here, which is probably the reason the last couple of paragraphs are full of misspelled gibberish.
I'll try to sleep some,
hope idem!
me
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