256 Mb memory card full = time to come back inside, Priscilla.
(of course, 99 of the 151 images were old, but my fingers were too numb to operate the delete button, so I took it as a sign regardless)
::squeal:: Shoes!
Okay, I’m done.
Well, it’s over, and that’s something. The test was a whole lot easier than past midterms, but I neglected to put two critical equations on my study sheet, so I know the curve is going to kill me dead. (Maybe I would have remembered if ANY of our review questions had been on the material. *hisses*)
Anyway, I’m pleased to see that the current weather isn’t as irritating to my throat as yesterday. Minimal croaking. :D And to improve my mood even more, LotR boys! (yes, everyone and their dog has linked to this page, but I don’t care.) Gah, I will be so sad when RotK is over, because the media will stop bombarding us with stuff like this.
BoyHugging. Adoreableness. Ian’s chainmail tie. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
And schnoogles for Tanja for being so right.
I’m dreaming of a white math test…
Just like the ones I’ve never known…
1 1/2 to 2 inches so far, we estimate. Enough to cancel school in Dallas for a week. And actual snow, too! Not the nasty, icy, useless “wintry mix” back home. After the exam is over, I’m going to definitely have to do some photography, if I can stand being out in the cold that long. I guess my first priority is getting over my cold, but hey, Baby’s First Real Snowfall in Philly!
Mkay, back to studying. I am SO not nearly as prepared as I would have wanted to be. I hopped the Z train at 11 last night, setting my alarm for 8. My body responded “AS IF!” and I woke up at 10:15. Currently debating over whether I should skip the last Java lecture to study. I guess it depends on how much I get accomplished in the thirty minutes before Java starts. Hmm… survey says “no” (and wow, I just accidentally typed “survey says ‘sno’.” So what’s dominating my subconscious today, Jung?). Missing the last class before a midterm is never a good idea. Bah.
Wah. I have a math midterm tomorrow, but I just want to curl up in my bed and go to sleep. Inhalation of charcoal dust killed my throat in my Drawing class — by the end of the third hour, I could barely even croak. Lovely warm beverages rendered me capable of speech again, but I still feel lousy. Bah.
::goes off to cram so that I can go to sleep early::
EDIT: AAARG! I thought the “coughing up blood” thing was over! Here we go again… Gah, where is Ewan when I need him?
Yay! Tastebuds slowly returning! I can now taste:
1. Peach ice cream
2. Garlic
(The latter being a problem. I chose to eat in the dining hall tonight because “Hey! If I have no sense of taste, the excessive garlic won’t be a problem, will it?” Oh, how my plot is foiled.)
I LOVE YOU, HOWARD DEAN.
PhotoWednesday! Veni, Vini, Vocavi! (I came, I saw, I commented, hint hint)
Edit: Thanks to Allison L for the proper Latin translation. Ooh, I was so close!
Something interesting: Google “miserable failure.”
Funnier than FF.N being first on the list searching for “pit of voles”!
(Ah! And it’s all thanks to this guy! Hilarity.)
WAH! I HAVE LOST MY SENSE OF TASTE! And I just remembered that because I have rhinitis, I’m not allowed to sing for a WEEK. Okay, Renata. You need to take over the world so that I can have Ewan, Billeh, and Alan nurse me back to health. I reiterate: Sick = NO FUN.