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Minor Accomplishments and Injuries
I wrote exactly four paragraphs for Accepting Irony last night - it's the most productive I've been in a while as far as that story's concerned. I'm getting tired of all the interference with my attempts to write the chapter - I thought once midterms were over I'd have more time to work on it, but I've still been insanely busy. Curse you, college! *shakes fist*
Still. I'm glad I managed to write a little, though. I'm chipping away at this bit by bit - I think I just need to make the time and finish already.
Hmm, I'm kind of having a hard time typing this because of a minor accident involving a razor. Apparently I shouldn't be allowed to handle objects with sharp edges, because I somehow managed to fumble my razor and take a chunk out of one of the nails on my left hand while shaving my legs. As you might imagine, it hurt . A lot. But I handled it with my usual mature grace, if dropping the razor and screeching, "Oh, holy FUCK!" qualifies as mature and graceful. Anyway, the Band-Aid keeps getting in the way and hitting the capslock key, so every time I try to type something it comes out looking liKE THis. Nice.
But that's hardly relevant.
Oh, and my mom's coming up for Parents' Weekend or whatever, so that's exciting. I'll be glad to see her even though she tried to thwart my attempt to lose weight. How? Well, I'll tell you.
So, I'm sure that was scintillating.
Most notable of all, though, is that at long last I've caught up with Season 4 of House, because I finally found a site where I can watch the episodes online (for some reason Fox's website wasn't working.) I have to say that I'm enjoying this season much more than the third one, probably because of the fresh faces. I was getting tired of Cameron, Foreman, and Chase - the new blood is refreshing. Although I am glad that they aren't entirely out of the picture. I'll admit. Can't figure out why Cameron's blonde all of a sudden, though - personally I think she looked better as a brunette.
Wilson is as terrific as ever, thank heaven. God, I love that guy. It takes balls to steal House's guitar. Balls of steel.
Anyway, out of the new candidates, who do you guys think the new team's going to be? Let's discuss.
tiredStill. I'm glad I managed to write a little, though. I'm chipping away at this bit by bit - I think I just need to make the time and finish already.
Hmm, I'm kind of having a hard time typing this because of a minor accident involving a razor. Apparently I shouldn't be allowed to handle objects with sharp edges, because I somehow managed to fumble my razor and take a chunk out of one of the nails on my left hand while shaving my legs. As you might imagine, it hurt . A lot. But I handled it with my usual mature grace, if dropping the razor and screeching, "Oh, holy FUCK!" qualifies as mature and graceful. Anyway, the Band-Aid keeps getting in the way and hitting the capslock key, so every time I try to type something it comes out looking liKE THis. Nice.
But that's hardly relevant.
Oh, and my mom's coming up for Parents' Weekend or whatever, so that's exciting. I'll be glad to see her even though she tried to thwart my attempt to lose weight. How? Well, I'll tell you.
So I was hanging around in Express the other day looking for a plain black shirt - because I realized that I don't have a plain black shirt and that struck me as odd - and while I was there I thought I'd try on some jeans, since the ones I have are getting pretty baggy. I thought I'd just stretched them out or whatever, but it turns out I've gone down two sizes. Win! I didn't buy the jeans, but I did mention it to my mom when she called later on in the day.
"Oh," she said, sounding guarded for some reason. "Oh, wow, Kate, that's wonderful. Um. Have you checked your mail lately?"
"What?" I actually pulled the phone away from my ear and started at it - the question was so random.
"Well..."
"Did you send me something?" I asked, grinning. An "aww" feeling was starting to spread through my chest: I love getting stuff from home, even if it's just the scarf I stupidly forgot to pack.
"Yeah," my mom sighed, sounding less than enthusiastic.
"What, is it bad?" I asked, suddenly apprehensive. Suddenly I was afraid that some financial transaction of mine had gone horribly awry and she was sending me my bank statement alone with a note reading "You'll pay for this. In blood."
"No! Actually, I thought it was nice."
"Oh, okay," I said, relieved. "Should I check my mail and call you back?"
"You do that."
So I went downstairs to check my mail and sure enough, there was a package slip in my mailbox. The package itself was about the size of a shoebox but was too heavy to actually have shoes in it (disappointing.) I carried it back to my room and, with the aid of several sharp implements (because I swear to God, the box was entirely wrapped in tape) managed to tear it open.
A rueful laugh escaped me, and I called my mom back.
"Uh, not that I'm not enormously grateful and appreciative and everything...but so much for losing weight, huh?" I said lightly, eying the enormous box of candy she'd sent me. I think we can all appreciate the irony here. Maybe I can endear myself to my floormates by giving it away.? I certainly can't eat it all. Sheesh.
"Oh," she said, sounding guarded for some reason. "Oh, wow, Kate, that's wonderful. Um. Have you checked your mail lately?"
"What?" I actually pulled the phone away from my ear and started at it - the question was so random.
"Well..."
"Did you send me something?" I asked, grinning. An "aww" feeling was starting to spread through my chest: I love getting stuff from home, even if it's just the scarf I stupidly forgot to pack.
"Yeah," my mom sighed, sounding less than enthusiastic.
"What, is it bad?" I asked, suddenly apprehensive. Suddenly I was afraid that some financial transaction of mine had gone horribly awry and she was sending me my bank statement alone with a note reading "You'll pay for this. In blood."
"No! Actually, I thought it was nice."
"Oh, okay," I said, relieved. "Should I check my mail and call you back?"
"You do that."
So I went downstairs to check my mail and sure enough, there was a package slip in my mailbox. The package itself was about the size of a shoebox but was too heavy to actually have shoes in it (disappointing.) I carried it back to my room and, with the aid of several sharp implements (because I swear to God, the box was entirely wrapped in tape) managed to tear it open.
A rueful laugh escaped me, and I called my mom back.
"Uh, not that I'm not enormously grateful and appreciative and everything...but so much for losing weight, huh?" I said lightly, eying the enormous box of candy she'd sent me. I think we can all appreciate the irony here. Maybe I can endear myself to my floormates by giving it away.? I certainly can't eat it all. Sheesh.
So, I'm sure that was scintillating.
Most notable of all, though, is that at long last I've caught up with Season 4 of House, because I finally found a site where I can watch the episodes online (for some reason Fox's website wasn't working.) I have to say that I'm enjoying this season much more than the third one, probably because of the fresh faces. I was getting tired of Cameron, Foreman, and Chase - the new blood is refreshing. Although I am glad that they aren't entirely out of the picture. I'll admit. Can't figure out why Cameron's blonde all of a sudden, though - personally I think she looked better as a brunette.
Wilson is as terrific as ever, thank heaven. God, I love that guy. It takes balls to steal House's guitar. Balls of steel.
Anyway, out of the new candidates, who do you guys think the new team's going to be? Let's discuss.
I cannot stand cut-throat bitch, and if she gets hired, I might kill myself, or maybe even stop watching! But honestly I don't think she will be hired because House can't stand her either. So that leaves 13 for the girl. And my guess for the other two is Cole and 6/9.
That was a hell of a paragraph. But I'm excited about this season - it's much better than 3. (Thank God.)
I thought House was going to reject him in the fourth episode because the tension between Old Fraud and Plastic Surgeon was at least more entertaining than watching 37 hang around not saying anything. But I guess not - who knew?