kaciagemini

Apparently I have died and no one informed me of this. Odd.

Also, girlfriend is dying. Possibly of sinus infection. Le eww.

My girlfriend is eating a vat of coleslaw for breakfast at three in the afternoon. And she thinks I'm weird?

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'Good. Bad. I'm the guy with the gun.'

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Evil day of Doom (doom, doom, doom, doom...)

1. Fixed paper and turned in to Eng 300
2. Gave oral report on paper that was amazingly the correct length of time
3. Thought it was a good idea to give said oral report after 4 shots of espresso.
4. Realized the error of my ways. Report was approximately 30% vocalized pauses (Umm....), 60% pure caffeine, & 10% information.
5. Continued to feel like death on legs.
6. Ate soup, the only food type substance of the day.
7. Felt even more like death on legs.
8. Started doing laundry.
9. Watched girlfriend finish Nanowrimo. Yay, girlfriend! Woo! Pretty impressive considering 20K of it was in the last 4 days. (If one missed the memo, I gave up on Nano about 37K words ago...)
10. Decided I wanted to go to walmart.
11. Bought luden's cough drops to stave off imminent death. Yes, I know they don't really help. I don't care.
12. Realized it is now December. Yay-ness.
13. Decided to come back to dorm and die in relative comfort.
14. Remebered laundry is in dryer. Decided to finish typing up lj post anyway.

Let's see, what else did I mean to write about today?

Humorous moment of the day:
A woman came into work this morning to get a new ID because she got married and changed her name. Her new last name? Nipple. Dead serious. If I got married to someone with the last name Nipple, no power on this earth could convince me to legally change my name.

Scary moment of the day:
One of the elevators in our dorm is broken. Normally, I wouldn't care or even notice since I live on the second floor and thus rarely take the elevator, but it was making a horrendous beeping sound, so I happened to glance over at it. Bad idea. The little display that tells you what floor it's on? Definitely said "13". This would be odd in and of itself since most buildings don't call their thirteenth floor 13, but our building only has 10 floors! Crazy elevator. I have surmised that it somehow became trapped in hell. My girlfriendly-type suggested that this was unlikely since it was trapped *up*, but I firmly disagree. The elevator has fallen into a space-time-continuum-shift-wormhole-otherrandomscifisoundingwords-thingie.

Is that all I had to say? There might have been more, but now I don't remember. *sigh* So tired. I really need to go get my laundry.

I think, after getting my laundry, I shall read soothing House/Wilson slash, then go to sleep forever. I have to turn in a short paper in my 9:30 class tomorrow morning, but I've decided I'm going to skip class, write it in the morning and e-mail it to him, solely because he's the only prof I have who actually lets people turn things in through email plus my afternoon class tomorrow got cancelled so I see no reason to get out of bed at all.

*dies*

Me: "Mmmm! Cookiecookiecookiecookie! Can I be a Cookie Monster?"
Jen: "No! I don't fuck Cookie Monsters!"
Me: *dies*

I love concerts. Even though I will most certainly be dead by Monday after going to 3 concerts in 4 days.
Trapt was in-fucking-credible. Aphasia and Blindside were both pretty damn good, too. Blindside gets bonus points for being Swedish and having cute accents and Aphasia gets bonus points for having a really fucking cool name and being from San Francisco.
During Aphasia, Jen and I were mostly just standing back and watching the same 6 guys trying to start a mosh pit and failing miserably. Then, for Blindside, Kriss and Laura hauled us up to the front and we ended up being like right next to mosh pit. Front row view of silly boys running into each other. Luckily, Kriss found a relatively sturdy and completely adorable freshman boy to take most of the brunt of the mosh pit attacks for us. ^.^
For the actual Trapt part of the concert, we were totally like two feet from the rail holding people back and almost dead center. We were a little further from the mosh pit so we got run into a lot less. But the crowd surfers were in full swing by that point. We saw one chick go by like five separate times.
As a told Rita:
Crowd surfers getting dropped on their heads is great!
Getting crowd surfers dropped on MY head is not.
But we survived it anyway. Though I was worried for a few minutes that Jen was gonna start murdering people when a guy got dropped on her head crotch-first. Not cool.
So, in summation: Concerts kick ass, crowd surfing is fun to watch and mock but somewhat less fun to experience smacking you in the skull, and mosh pit boys are smelly.
Now I have to go take a shower.
My girlfriend is still waiting in line to get autographs and touch the hands of a man who has made a video with Michelle Trachtenburg. This may lead to spontaneous orgasm. :)

I win at Life.
No, really.
Because for some reason my girlfriend and I decided that we needed to buy the boardgame Life (among other things) at Wal-Mart tonight. And then we felt the need to play it. And I totally won. Because I r0xx0r. Yes I do. And I'm not at all egotistical.

I hate drama. Especially LJ drama.

When did my girlfriend become all clean and neat and organized and stuff? o.O;;;