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mrsronweasley) wrote2002-09-12 02:24 pm
mrsronweasley) wrote2002-09-12 02:24 pm
Food...food is good...
There must be a microwave somewhere behind me, in the lab office, and someone must be cooking really fucking good food, because it smells amazing. Gah.
Well, this is officially my last day in Long Island for a year, fingers crossed. I'm leaving tomorrow, sometime in the middle of the day. It's a little weird. I won't miss the place, obviously, but I will miss a few people. And, of course, it's just my luck that the year I leave, the population of attractive males/females decides to grow exponentially from last year. The overall population of the college has increased by a third (no, I'm not kidding) - and the attractive factor has increased by, like, 50 percent. It's crazy. All of last year there was hardly anyone that was nice to just look at (hey, we all need eye candy, I'm the first one to admit it) and now...*sigh*
Ah, well. In the grand scheme of things, this actually doesn't matter at all. I just thought I'd point it out.
I...I'm actually trying to find something of any interest whatsoever to say, and am coming up blank. Well, that's sad.
Such is my mind at the moment. Blank.
I tried writing for a challenge that was presented last week over at SBRL, and, obviously, nothing has come out. But I am taking it for what it is - bad timing. Bad timing all around. As soon as I get home, I will have to pack, pack, pack - plan, plan, plan. There simply won't be any time to write - hopefully, there will be time to beta, though. It just hit me yesterday - gah! I will have to beta, like, 5 stories soon - it will be my "work" time. I think it'll be ok, though. I can do it. Let me just hike up the waist of my jeans and I'll be all set.
And fall is upon us. It's actually getting cool out, and, of course, I sent all of my socks to my sister's, along with everything else, yesterday, when my newly-acquired brother-in-law came to pick it all up. I'm not sure with which part of my anatomy I was thinking, but it definitely wasn't the mushy brain one.
By pure coincidence, Sam happened to have a pair of my socks mixed in with his.
?
Overandout.
Well, this is officially my last day in Long Island for a year, fingers crossed. I'm leaving tomorrow, sometime in the middle of the day. It's a little weird. I won't miss the place, obviously, but I will miss a few people. And, of course, it's just my luck that the year I leave, the population of attractive males/females decides to grow exponentially from last year. The overall population of the college has increased by a third (no, I'm not kidding) - and the attractive factor has increased by, like, 50 percent. It's crazy. All of last year there was hardly anyone that was nice to just look at (hey, we all need eye candy, I'm the first one to admit it) and now...*sigh*
Ah, well. In the grand scheme of things, this actually doesn't matter at all. I just thought I'd point it out.
I...I'm actually trying to find something of any interest whatsoever to say, and am coming up blank. Well, that's sad.
Such is my mind at the moment. Blank.
I tried writing for a challenge that was presented last week over at SBRL, and, obviously, nothing has come out. But I am taking it for what it is - bad timing. Bad timing all around. As soon as I get home, I will have to pack, pack, pack - plan, plan, plan. There simply won't be any time to write - hopefully, there will be time to beta, though. It just hit me yesterday - gah! I will have to beta, like, 5 stories soon - it will be my "work" time. I think it'll be ok, though. I can do it. Let me just hike up the waist of my jeans and I'll be all set.
And fall is upon us. It's actually getting cool out, and, of course, I sent all of my socks to my sister's, along with everything else, yesterday, when my newly-acquired brother-in-law came to pick it all up. I'm not sure with which part of my anatomy I was thinking, but it definitely wasn't the mushy brain one.
By pure coincidence, Sam happened to have a pair of my socks mixed in with his.
?
Overandout.