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Apr. 5th, 2005 05:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
candylandAgain, I wind up hurting myself in ways that should not be possible by the laws of nature. Murphy's Law is a bee-yatch, and I would like to give it the finger. I know some of you will laugh when you read this...
I managed to hurt myself...with a ruler. Yes, a ruler. Drew blood. From my face, right above my lip.
Har har har, laugh all you want. I swear to God, I'm turning into Vixie...
This happened because I picked up Steve's ruler, stuck my pen through the hole in the end of it, and started swinging it over my head like a helicopter. I knew this was gonna result in damage, I knew I would hit myself--I just didn't expect the corner of the metal ruler to catch me in the face.
Well, everyone laughs...until I move my hand away from my face and realize that there is blood on my fingers. So yeah, I drew blood from myself with a goddamned ruler. Vixie laughed all the way to the bathroom to clean me up--and for some reason, she swears it was cute?!? Ayiyiyiyi...
In other news, I got a 99/100 on my big interview paper in Structure and Philosophy, and now I'm working on the S&P project of DOOM. It's a book presentation, and my visual aid looks really dorky. But I think she'll love it, and she will probably give me points for putting effort into this. At least I'm going beyond the PowerPoint idea.
She told us we were going to do all the presentations on Monday (i.e. yesterday) and Wednesday (aka tomorrow). Weeeeeeeell, there's twenty people in the class, and we got through...oh...four presentations yesterday. I don't think we'll be making it through sixteen presentations in a fifty minute class. Rar.
And then tomorrow, my night belongs to the Ed Psych research paper rough draft of Despair, and then I'll have the Philosophy of Education paper rough draft of Death (also for S&P), and then the Theory Analysis of Mild-Discomfort-That-Feels-A-Lot-Like-Heartburn...you get the idea.
Choir tour this weekend. Three days in Chicago. Thank you, GOD!! I have behaved myself all year, and I look forward to getting nice and buzzed, and then trying to play Apples to Apples when I'm all nice and giggly. I don't drink very often, but the couple of times I've gotten a wee bit tipsy (never falling down drunk), I tend to get veeeeeeeeery happy, and I also develop a great love of EVERYBODY! My friends still laugh at my one from last year--curled up on the couch, buzzed as a bee, watching TV. A KFC commercial comes on, and I get this huge, dopey smile on my face and declare, "...I like fried chicken!"
That was when Andrew took the glass out of my hand and told me I was done--which was fine by me. I was planning on stopping after that fourth Purple Rain, anyway. We had a performance the next day, and singing with a hangover just doesn't seem very intelligent. I slept like a baby, and felt great when I woke up.
...ya know, I was just gonna type this entry about smacking myself in the head with a ruler and making myself bleed, and it completely digressed. But as I told my friend Rachel, I don't do these things on purpose. Hurting myself with a ruler, stapling my finger to a bulletin board...I don't TRY to make myself bleed! It just kinda happens!
Vixie, you're rubbing off on me, and I will get you for it *grins*
Luvs and hugs,
~ Candy-chan ^_^
"You must seize the opportunity that presents itself today, no matter what the consequences may be. Remember: opportunity knocks but once, and absolutely refuses to ring the doorbell." -Humorscope.com :)
I managed to hurt myself...with a ruler. Yes, a ruler. Drew blood. From my face, right above my lip.
Har har har, laugh all you want. I swear to God, I'm turning into Vixie...
This happened because I picked up Steve's ruler, stuck my pen through the hole in the end of it, and started swinging it over my head like a helicopter. I knew this was gonna result in damage, I knew I would hit myself--I just didn't expect the corner of the metal ruler to catch me in the face.
Well, everyone laughs...until I move my hand away from my face and realize that there is blood on my fingers. So yeah, I drew blood from myself with a goddamned ruler. Vixie laughed all the way to the bathroom to clean me up--and for some reason, she swears it was cute?!? Ayiyiyiyi...
In other news, I got a 99/100 on my big interview paper in Structure and Philosophy, and now I'm working on the S&P project of DOOM. It's a book presentation, and my visual aid looks really dorky. But I think she'll love it, and she will probably give me points for putting effort into this. At least I'm going beyond the PowerPoint idea.
She told us we were going to do all the presentations on Monday (i.e. yesterday) and Wednesday (aka tomorrow). Weeeeeeeell, there's twenty people in the class, and we got through...oh...four presentations yesterday. I don't think we'll be making it through sixteen presentations in a fifty minute class. Rar.
And then tomorrow, my night belongs to the Ed Psych research paper rough draft of Despair, and then I'll have the Philosophy of Education paper rough draft of Death (also for S&P), and then the Theory Analysis of Mild-Discomfort-That-Feels-A-Lot-Like-Heartburn...you get the idea.
Choir tour this weekend. Three days in Chicago. Thank you, GOD!! I have behaved myself all year, and I look forward to getting nice and buzzed, and then trying to play Apples to Apples when I'm all nice and giggly. I don't drink very often, but the couple of times I've gotten a wee bit tipsy (never falling down drunk), I tend to get veeeeeeeeery happy, and I also develop a great love of EVERYBODY! My friends still laugh at my one from last year--curled up on the couch, buzzed as a bee, watching TV. A KFC commercial comes on, and I get this huge, dopey smile on my face and declare, "...I like fried chicken!"
That was when Andrew took the glass out of my hand and told me I was done--which was fine by me. I was planning on stopping after that fourth Purple Rain, anyway. We had a performance the next day, and singing with a hangover just doesn't seem very intelligent. I slept like a baby, and felt great when I woke up.
...ya know, I was just gonna type this entry about smacking myself in the head with a ruler and making myself bleed, and it completely digressed. But as I told my friend Rachel, I don't do these things on purpose. Hurting myself with a ruler, stapling my finger to a bulletin board...I don't TRY to make myself bleed! It just kinda happens!
Vixie, you're rubbing off on me, and I will get you for it *grins*
Luvs and hugs,
~ Candy-chan ^_^
"You must seize the opportunity that presents itself today, no matter what the consequences may be. Remember: opportunity knocks but once, and absolutely refuses to ring the doorbell." -Humorscope.com :)