woohoo

we were having a dance party yesterday in Meagan's room (while taking a break from Stats homework), and during a particularly classic line from "Bohemian Rhapsody", i caught one foot on the other, tripped, and clocked my head on Meagan's wooden bedpost. it was so typically me that i laugh as i think about it. although concussions suck, especially since i usually sleep on my left side, and that's the side i hit. bah

on a less violent note, i ate much food this evening and managed to keep it down, despite the brain-bruise-induced nausea. mmmm, nausea... hahaha. yeah, free pizza and brownies and whatknot. it was good. i heart free food.

uhhh... oh!!! oh man, it was so fucking hilarious, this morning in Spanish we were giving a rendition of "El Patito Feo" (The Ugly Duckling, for those of you who were wise and chose to study a different language), and we got to do the entire skit in BRIGHT GREEN FLIPPERS! and before class, Teresa and I were running around the top floor of the Library in the flippers trying to learn how to walk in them... it was pretty much us getting going pretty fast down an aisle of periodicals then catching a flipper on either the carpet or eachother, and down we'd go. so funny....

and the nap after that class was delicious. yay for sleeping! although i tried for an entire thirty seconds to think of reasons to NOT go to Stats afterwards. couldn't come up with any that i'd be able to live with later, so off to class i went. what a waste of time. Assprobe was in rare form: i honestly thought he was going to bore HIMSELF to death. less than two weeks more of him... then sweet sweet release. hmm... speaking of which, the jax calleth. Brits out!

thank you for saving me from my subconscious, and i'm sorry i scared you