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It has been actually raining, threatening to rain, or just drizzling all day. Rowr. Which wouldn't be so bad except I was driving for large portions of the day. I drove to BG this morning, got my book for my Lit class, picked up my last pay check, took Laura's mom's bag back to her house, went to the bank, hunted down Ricky and said hi, went to walmart and bought legos and jump ropes (yes, i have reverted to age 5, why do you ask?). When I got home, I realized that one of the jump ropes was 7 feet long and one was 14. I meant to get two 14s so we could (attempt to) do double-dutch (which was a bad idea anyway as i have realized since this afternoon that i no longer have mad jump rope skillz like i did when i was ten, also breasts+jumping=bad). Played with legos in between reading the stuff for my first class, then went to class (3 hours and 45 minutes is a *fucking* *long* *time*!!1), but class wasn't too bad really, just painfully boring. After class I got to drive home in the rain. The pouring rain. At nine o'clock at night. Not fun. But I didn't die. And I only hydroplaned a little. Bruce swears he knew it was going to happen and didn't tell me because he wanted to see how I'd *react*. I don't know if it's worse if he's telling the truth and he's really stupid enough to think that would be a good idea or if it would be worse if he's lying and he's a bad enough driver that he *didn't* see it coming, in which case, why is *he* teaching me to drive. rassafrassin' rednecks *mumblemumblecurse* Oh, and before we left town I made sure to pick up another 14-ft jump rope so Zoe and I can attempt double-dutch tomorrow. Should be fun trying to teach bruce to swing the ropes properly so one of us can actually attempt to *jump*. Wish us luck.
At some point tomorrow, my mattress for my bed is supposed to come in. *yay* Mommy bought me pretty sheets while she was out today, so theoretically by this time tomorrow I will actually have a bed in my room. Now I need to go find some dinner (3 hours and 45 minutes is a fucking long time!) so that I don't end up eating pretzels and sour punch straws for dinner. ETA: ...because cake and pizza is much more balanced and healthy. o.O;
Oh, and one last thing. Apparently I am *not* fully functional on only 4 hours of sleep. I have been way clumsy all day. I keep running into things and attempting to injure myself. I have a bruise on my arm because I hit myself with the car door when I was closing it. I'm still not sure how I managed that. It hurt too. Grr. I should just give this day up as lost and go back to bed. *No fucking CJ... rassafrassin mumble mumble curse*
(Jen, I'll mail your clothes to you as soon as I find a box big enough. Really, I will. I was gonna mail them in a diaper box but they won't fit. *pouts*)
Never before has this icon felt more appropriate.
ETA2: I just realized I've been wearing my contacts for three days. O.o; Oops. Also, this is still the same pair from the beginning of April. I should probably remedy that situation. Soon.
At some point tomorrow, my mattress for my bed is supposed to come in. *yay* Mommy bought me pretty sheets while she was out today, so theoretically by this time tomorrow I will actually have a bed in my room. Now I need to go find some dinner (3 hours and 45 minutes is a fucking long time!) so that I don't end up eating pretzels and sour punch straws for dinner. ETA: ...because cake and pizza is much more balanced and healthy. o.O;
Oh, and one last thing. Apparently I am *not* fully functional on only 4 hours of sleep. I have been way clumsy all day. I keep running into things and attempting to injure myself. I have a bruise on my arm because I hit myself with the car door when I was closing it. I'm still not sure how I managed that. It hurt too. Grr. I should just give this day up as lost and go back to bed. *No fucking CJ... rassafrassin mumble mumble curse*
(Jen, I'll mail your clothes to you as soon as I find a box big enough. Really, I will. I was gonna mail them in a diaper box but they won't fit. *pouts*)
Never before has this icon felt more appropriate.
ETA2: I just realized I've been wearing my contacts for three days. O.o; Oops. Also, this is still the same pair from the beginning of April. I should probably remedy that situation. Soon.
