| acher ( @ 2005-12-12 03:31:00 |
the idylls of college life and the song of the nightingale
It's 3:30 and my now somnolent roommate has been crying all day and remnants of chinese takeout are everywhere and I'm talking (edit WITH OTHERS and no I did not say all these things, clearly, bah to late night posting it is reckless! i blame schwartzie...) on AIM about magic dust and bodily functions and Kant with such jewels of wisdom as "grossness is noumenal, maybe" and "my girlfriend is a menstrual trooper" and I am completely not understanding any part of the conversation and I have checked my emails more times in a row than I thought humanly possible...
I must have final papers due!
Alfonso X, I may only have written 5 official pages on your Cantigas, but I am going to kick your anti-semitic butt before 10:00 am Monday. Promeso.
Only six more days until Shabbos...
It's 3:30 and my now somnolent roommate has been crying all day and remnants of chinese takeout are everywhere and I'm talking (edit WITH OTHERS and no I did not say all these things, clearly, bah to late night posting it is reckless! i blame schwartzie...) on AIM about magic dust and bodily functions and Kant with such jewels of wisdom as "grossness is noumenal, maybe" and "my girlfriend is a menstrual trooper" and I am completely not understanding any part of the conversation and I have checked my emails more times in a row than I thought humanly possible...
I must have final papers due!
Alfonso X, I may only have written 5 official pages on your Cantigas, but I am going to kick your anti-semitic butt before 10:00 am Monday. Promeso.
Only six more days until Shabbos...