May 8th, 2003

sigh

*blinks*

My god.

I fell asleep at, like, 4:30-5:00ish. I woke up at 3:30. I wanted to go back to bed. I read about integrals for 10 minutes and then went back to bed. XP My hands taste and smell like... I think garlic. Arrgh, stupid making pasta in N&A yesterday morning! It's cute though that Tate doesn't want me to leave. Particularly because he has three more years and I have twelve days, I'm sure.

Garlic. Definitely garlic.

I checked rat prices too and have found that, even starting from scratch, it'll probably cost me less than $35. Wonderful. I'm not sure what kind of rat I want, though. I know I want a white one, but the store has small, medium, large, and jumbo rats! The lady suggested I get a small one, but one of the large rats was being so feisty and darling. The medium ones looked kind of scared... And the mice were cute as well, but far too tiny. Any people more proficient in rodents have size suggestions? ... will the small rats grow?

In other news, an essay about masturbation.
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    sleepy sleepy
squallxlaguna

Moo.

I have opened up ratpr0n. Finally, right? Yeah, yeah, it's all laid out. Go look.

However, I'm holding off on publicizing it, since most of it still isn't up. Also, I'd appreciate some content coming from others (*hinthint* foxysquid, can I use your pretty Willard drawings?) and that sort of thing. Email me, comment here, whatever. Everyone. You must. Or else.

And my hands STILL SMELL LIKE GARLIC.

And I'm praying for a three on the AP Calc test. Serious atheist prayer. Particularly since I had this song stuck in my head all during the stupid thing. "Swing, swing, swing from the tangles of..."
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    The All-American Rejects - Swing Swing
diner friends

YES!

I have my first flame for Taking Risks:

"SICK SICK SICK SICK SICK SICK SICK SICK SICK! I CANT BELIEVE YOU WOULD EVEN WRITE SOMETHING LIKE THAT...GROSS!"

*happy sighs* I thought I wouldn't get any good ones this time around! Thank goodness for silly people.

EDIT: And this comes from this person who writes these Back to the Future Mary-Sues that are just... *cringecringecringe* I mean, she can think I'm sick. But I think she's an idiot. So whatever.
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    Meatloaf - Hot Summer Night