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For the past two days, I've felt like my intestines were full of cement, and that the possibly of great evil was high. I'm hoping today will be different. I also keeping lying down to take a brief nap and waking up four hours later. And I really want to eat an apple but I'm too lazy to get one.
That's about the state of that.
I've been watching Speed Racer in four hour stretches, and let me tell you, it is not for the faint of heart. There's just death all over this thing. Most of Speed's competition in every single race gets blown to hell somehow; I feel like if I was into racing, I would avoid going against him at all costs, since it's basically suicide. And massive amounts of the show at one time is like eating a box of sugarcubes, chugging half a litre of Jolt, hitting yourself with a brick, and then running around in circles until you fall down. I can only imagine what would happen if you were to watch it while on drugs. The results could be truly terrifying.
In unrelated news, with two weeks left in grad school, I MADE A FRIEND. ;_; It is actually a friend I made before, if y'all want to look back about a year, but this time with less oddly break-up like e-mails telling me she doesn't want to hang out, and more actual conversation! We even talked about that, and cleared the air, and it was really nice.
And in conclusion, if anyone wants to see the "slides" I PAINSTAKINGLY made for my voodoo presentation yesterday, they can be found here. Apparently the presentation went well, even though I've become largely unable to form a single coherent thought.
Yar.
That's about the state of that.
I've been watching Speed Racer in four hour stretches, and let me tell you, it is not for the faint of heart. There's just death all over this thing. Most of Speed's competition in every single race gets blown to hell somehow; I feel like if I was into racing, I would avoid going against him at all costs, since it's basically suicide. And massive amounts of the show at one time is like eating a box of sugarcubes, chugging half a litre of Jolt, hitting yourself with a brick, and then running around in circles until you fall down. I can only imagine what would happen if you were to watch it while on drugs. The results could be truly terrifying.
In unrelated news, with two weeks left in grad school, I MADE A FRIEND. ;_; It is actually a friend I made before, if y'all want to look back about a year, but this time with less oddly break-up like e-mails telling me she doesn't want to hang out, and more actual conversation! We even talked about that, and cleared the air, and it was really nice.
And in conclusion, if anyone wants to see the "slides" I PAINSTAKINGLY made for my voodoo presentation yesterday, they can be found here. Apparently the presentation went well, even though I've become largely unable to form a single coherent thought.
Yar.
