![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Not dead, just sleeping
Dec. 18th, 2006 06:11 pmStipend check has arrived! Many-legged needles and bloody magpie imprints soon to follow!
I am very full of exclamation points.
I would probably be full of many more exclamation points if my stupid car stereo hadn't decided to go tits-up-kerplunk last night. For some odd reason, it is insisting that I only listen to the radio, which is a bunch of balls if'n you ask me. Which you didn't. CD is in and ok. I push the wee red button. It goes to CD function, then straightaway to TUNE (which is radio, for those of you out there who are a little slow-like on the uptake). I push the wee red button again. It ignores me and continues oozing burbling sounds of pop radio.
Bleh.
When I get in the car tonight, I'm going to hammer on the reset button. That'll show it. HAVE SOME FACTORY SETTINGS, YOU NUMB FUCK!
*fist shake*
I did, however, manage to get a Not-Christmas tree for my apartment. It's not a Christmas tree because I'm not a Christian and I don't specifically celebrate Christmas. But, I rather like the idea of putting a real tree in my living room with a tremendous amount of sparkly lights on. Not to mention the baubles. Dear me. I had them spread all over my living room last night, making sure there were even amounts of color (there are not, I need a fourth green bauble, I am eyeing up going to Target and buying the tiny frog prince I saw there yesterday).
Presents to go under said tree are slowly trickling in. Several of them have been residing in my office, to escape the Engineer's prying eyes. They may come home with me tonight, if I don't manage to forget completely.
Winter break from school is currently ALL SYSTEMS GO. If I were a real college student and living off of Mummy and Daddy's money, this would mean that I'd trek around the country and drink myself into a silly oblivion and possibly even show up on some rather embarassing video tapes only advertised late at night on Comedy Central.
However, I'm not a real college student; I'm just a community college student. Therefore, winter break means: business as usual, just with no school, and maybe a little bit of extra time to shampoo my apartment's carpets. Hoo and ray.
I did drink a Woodchuck Pear Cider this weekend, at the home of Miss Robin and Saint Rick. And I even wasted time playing some video games, WHILE drinking the pear cider. That should count for something.
Maybe I should just spend the winter break playing video games and drinking hard cider?
There would be no complaints from me.
I am very full of exclamation points.
I would probably be full of many more exclamation points if my stupid car stereo hadn't decided to go tits-up-kerplunk last night. For some odd reason, it is insisting that I only listen to the radio, which is a bunch of balls if'n you ask me. Which you didn't. CD is in and ok. I push the wee red button. It goes to CD function, then straightaway to TUNE (which is radio, for those of you out there who are a little slow-like on the uptake). I push the wee red button again. It ignores me and continues oozing burbling sounds of pop radio.
Bleh.
When I get in the car tonight, I'm going to hammer on the reset button. That'll show it. HAVE SOME FACTORY SETTINGS, YOU NUMB FUCK!
*fist shake*
I did, however, manage to get a Not-Christmas tree for my apartment. It's not a Christmas tree because I'm not a Christian and I don't specifically celebrate Christmas. But, I rather like the idea of putting a real tree in my living room with a tremendous amount of sparkly lights on. Not to mention the baubles. Dear me. I had them spread all over my living room last night, making sure there were even amounts of color (there are not, I need a fourth green bauble, I am eyeing up going to Target and buying the tiny frog prince I saw there yesterday).
Presents to go under said tree are slowly trickling in. Several of them have been residing in my office, to escape the Engineer's prying eyes. They may come home with me tonight, if I don't manage to forget completely.
Winter break from school is currently ALL SYSTEMS GO. If I were a real college student and living off of Mummy and Daddy's money, this would mean that I'd trek around the country and drink myself into a silly oblivion and possibly even show up on some rather embarassing video tapes only advertised late at night on Comedy Central.
However, I'm not a real college student; I'm just a community college student. Therefore, winter break means: business as usual, just with no school, and maybe a little bit of extra time to shampoo my apartment's carpets. Hoo and ray.
I did drink a Woodchuck Pear Cider this weekend, at the home of Miss Robin and Saint Rick. And I even wasted time playing some video games, WHILE drinking the pear cider. That should count for something.
Maybe I should just spend the winter break playing video games and drinking hard cider?
There would be no complaints from me.