perkyrusalka

I smell like gasoline. :(

Otherwise, I've had a perfectly acceptable day.

If anyone's been trying to call my cell phone, it died. Abruptly and for no good reason. I called my Dad, it was fine, five minutes later I went to stick it in my backpack and found myself holding a telecorpse. :( I guess I get to go get that fixed, too. ::pout:: Life's getting expensive.
And I got the booklist for one of my classes next semester: seven books, one of which is out of print, and one of which doesn't exist, according to both Amazon, B&N, and a quick google search.

However:
I'm free! No more classes!! All done!!!
Watch me do the snoopy dance.
::dance, dance::
Now I don't know what to do with myself, since I feel like I ought to be stressing about something.

My google-fu has failed me. This is more frustrating by the fact that the information I desire, I have. On a piece of paper. In a box. Somewhere in this apartment. ::sigh:: And I just saw it not too long ago, besides.
I have no idea how to go about finding this poem, if it doesn't turn up again.
Meanwhile-Steve, were you here when I found that poem I said I'd been looking for? And if so, do you remember where the hell I put it, so I wouldn't forget where I put it?

I must be quite mad. I've agreed to go back and help out at Godiva. I really don't know what's wrong with me.

I went to the Patt. school picnic this weekend. The running joke soon became that I was, in fact, a CIA agent, because I looked like I belonged, but nobody knew anything about me. ::sigh:: Just because I never know what people mean by "where are you from?" And I'm not very good at making small talk about myself.
I've always had this problem; there were people in high school complaining they'd known me for 3 years, but they didn't know me, really. I didn't get the memo that says that you have to tell people the complete story of your life on first meeting.

Hung out with Amanda some-I really meant to have better plans than that, but "going out and doing stuff" worked.

And now I'm utterly procrastinating. I'm supposed to be writing a little paper, the purpose of which is (I think) a combination of teaching the art of summary, and producing a writing sample. Unfortunately, yours truly was given the gift of summary by an evil probably well-intentioned fairy, in lieu of the gift of flowery prose. ::Sigh:: Wouldn't be so bad, except I was also visited by the "you already know this, why am I telling you about it" fairy, and the "how about I write about something I actually care about" fairy.

( Nerd/geek/dork? All 3! )

I have Sunday off, in case anyone cared. I'll be dead from inventory, but I might be fun to be around anyway. ;)

I got to play a good round of "Where'd I put that" this evening. Not only did I win, I managed to complete a bonus round, plus I got extra points for finding things I wasn't looking for yet. I have got to clean this place up.