Spent the day with my mom despite being a sleepless zombie. Ready for home and sleep now :(
Huh. I had a dream about zombies last night... along with, like, four or five other dreams.
The weirdest part would've been the Buzz and Woody zomibes...
anywho. Watching OP season 1 first voyage~
I'm currently typing on my new Dell laptop. Sooooooooooooooooo fast!!!!!!!!!!!!! Amazing! There's no lag! It's almost... too fast! Someone slow me down before I crash into the wall. damn, this is nice. Still feels weird to type, though. I'm sure there's bound to be some sort of drawback, but I have yet to discover it quite yet.
*looks at the time*
Last edited by Nia; August 11th, 2011 at 12:12 AM. Reason: Fyi, it's 9am
Fighting insomnia, any ideas?. Have to teach music tomorrow. Thank goodness I'm working with a friend. Maybe I can relax then or something...
Go to bed, Nia. Or else I won't make more DP sig stuff...
I'm watching documentaries on NatGeo. The one comming up next is on the massive culderia of lava in the supervolcano underneath Yellowstone National Park. This amuses me slightly, only because I did a reaserch report on it.
Damnit also having problems to sleep here .
Went to the Dodgers/Phillies game today with a bunch of friends (Including my friend Mark, who has never seen a baseball game live despite living in the U.S. for a year now), which went from great when the Dodgers were up 6-0 to furious when the Phillis tied it up to apathy at how the Dodgers fucking suck. But we still love them.
Later on, we got drunk and watched the USA/Mexico "friendly" at a sports bar mostly full of Mexico fans. Actually got tense when Rogers was thrown to the ground by a Mexico player grabbing onto Roger's jersey and threw him to the ground which only got a fucking yellow, to which my friend says a rather racist thing about Mexicans and almost started a fight with some men cheering for Mexico if it wasn't for Mark telling them to calm the fuck down because he would take it to the streets (considering he's from Tottenham and has probably been in a couple of skirmishes with rival soccer fans).
Nothing else happened and right now (considering it's 1 am here) I am watching Craig Ferguson
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I'm tempted to say how good I slept this night.. and the night before that...
But that would be mean, wouldn't it?
Last edited by Nami; August 11th, 2011 at 02:21 AM. Reason: *hides behind Smudgy*
Just really bad gastric, I think. It's 5pm and I've eaten nothing but half a cup of instant noodles, one sausage that I literally forced down my throat, two bites of a muesli bar my friend forced me to take, and biscuits. And this really weird bitter Milo (google it) that I threw away after four sips (and which made me feel even worse). And then I ate a few artificially sweets that also made it worse. I've been retching all day long. I'm fantastic at taking care of my body. \o/
Why does this amuse me so much yet terrify me.
Dammit. Must be the same reason I have the worst urge to giggle for long periods of time.
DAMMIT I NEED TO GET TO BED
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