||[Sep. 29th, 2005|12:20 pm]
There. It's official. Dark Forces do conspire to keep me out of school. I woke up early today, had coffee, got ready, was all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, had all my homework and stuff ready to go - everything was running smoothly like a very nice smoothly running precise thing. Except my keys. They're gone. No idea where. I spent the extra 20 minutes that I had squirreled away looking for them before giving up and calling my Mommy. That's always good for the ego. |
MOTHER: Did you remember to go by the Post Office and feed the dog?
ME [whinin']: GOD, Mother! I'm not five! Honestly! You treat me like a blah, blah, rar, blah, etc..
MOTHER: *rolls eyes* Sorree...
ME (on phone): Hi. Um. Can you, um, give-me-a-ride-to-school-coz-I-can't-find-my-keys.
ME: YAY! Er, I mean, cool. Thanks.
So that's not cool. And now I've been home for an hour and been looking for them. Still no luck.
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But today is the first cold day of Autumn around here, and that is cool. I don't do summer well. It tends to be very hot, as you might have noticed. The heat makes me feel like taffy. Or some other wilty lazy dead thing. But cold weather. Ahhhhhhhhh. It's about 55 degrees and foggy. I got to wear my coat. And my Batman shirt! You can't ask for much more in life than days like this. *bliss* Pure bliss. Wait, I even have an illustration. Hold on.
[Please don't sue me, Jhonen Vasquez. Coz you kick ass. And I think I love you.]
See? It's like that. Except, if you know where that drawing is from, without the preceeding, er, festivities. Same concept though.
* * *
Lastly, despite the forces of evil, I did make it to school where the following occurred.
ME: *gets to class about 2 seconds before it starts*
HOT GUY, THE MISSING BEATLE: *wanders over to my desk/chairy-deskish thing* You're Charlotte?
MY BRAIN: OH GOD. He's talking to you! What did he say?? It doesn't matter! Just say something. Anything.
ME: *nods, iz so cool*
HGTMB: Cool. We're lab partners. *points to lab partner assignment sheet* Hi.
MY BRAIN: Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee *finally catches up with reality*
ME: Here's my number and e-mail address. We'll work out a time when we can meet to work, K?
HGTMB: *smiles, iz so pretty* Great. *writes down his info too*
Which is why I now officially love my Geology teacher, Professor Sean Connery. That dear, dear man. Bless him.
And Hot Guy. And his phone number. And email. And IM name. It's, like, right here in my backpack. I could call him and.. then what? Hump his leg over the phone? Yeah. But we'll figure out some sort of schedule tonite and then there shall be studying. Oh yes. Studying the likes of which the world has never seen before. And labs! Hot dirty labs! MUAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!
K. So that's all for now. Sorry for not using an lj-cut. Well, not sorry, really. I'm not fond of them. Sorry if you had to scroll a lot. That must suck. // Soon, there shall be meme. The one I've been meaning to do for a few weeks now. Geesh. Then, after that? Who knows.