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Sep. 28th, 2008 01:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rubahgoing home this week-end defies all the laws of governance of time, but we did it anyways. I guess I don't feel like I've lost much in the transition because I conveniently doped up on nighttime medicine before we left (honest stu, I didn't think it would upset you to not say so beforehand) so I was more or less unconscious 3/4 of the way home.
I took the initiative and did half the laundry (four loads total) while mom was driving my nephews home, and i've just felt like doing things ever since then. I just wish I wasn't coughing up phlegm or that I could breathe out of each nostril.
The sick is a weird thing. I had a sore throat um, wednesday I think, and for some inane reason, that was the same day I decided to try going without claritin. ahahahaha, anyways, throat was marginally better on thursday, but still pretty annoying, but oh *wipes tear*, friday morning. what a joke. I felt like a zombie in class. I actually remember thinking 'man, I wonder if Cochran thinks I'm like this all the time. I don't think I've been making a very good first impression this semester, Iv'e gotta start going to bed on time.' because of course, I was watering out of my eyes and sneezing and coughing still.
I did finally learn the aZn who sits next to me and is also an ME's name though! Ting Yang, how aZn, peegies would be proud.
But yeah, I had entertained some silly notion about working on my CAD assignments instead of returning to my dorm and sleeping, but as soon as I was halfway across the street to the ME building, I realized I had taken all those papers out of my math notebook when studying calculus (FINALLY) the night before, so I did not have the necessary diagrams to replicate. So I was actually kinda relieved and set off for Yocum, my horoscope, and blessed sleep.
I don't even know if I actually took a nap or not. Friday feels like it was a million years ago. I have a feeling I didn't and I'm merely thinking of Thursday, when I took a nap after I got back from materials and didn't wake up until time to go to cal drill. Oops. No lunch for me that day, so I grabbed a snickers and regretted it because I felt all kinds of dizzy, nauseous, and terrible. so much for protein in those things.
My period key keeps flaking out on me, it's kinda annoying, especially since my pinky doesn't really have enough strength to force the issue with it. Wow, I just realized I totally type ps with my ring finger. Are you supposed to do that? Maybe I should start doing so. I just tried to type o with my pinky finger HOLY CRAP THIS IS SO WEIRD FEELING HOW LONG HAVE I NOT BEEN DOING THIS? What finger do I use for q, omg, my left ring finger. No wonder my wpm has been suffering
quaint queen quina quaszqqwaer holy crap this is impossible, tell me I am making this up, you can't seriously expect me to type with these pathetic little fingers.
This is insane. It's like my entire world has turned upside down, all because of a little typing. qpqpqpqpqpqpqpqpqpqpqpqpq, I can type as with my pinky pretty well, and z. /me is pinky too.
okay that's enough of that, i guess. Today's post was brought to you by the letters p and q, as typed by the pinky fingers of the right and left hands, respectively. (IT"S SO HARD).
Oh yeah, friday night was kinda fun; Fayetteville was having Bikes, Blues, and Barbeque week-end so all the motorcycles were out in force. There was a sign downtown that said 'no weapons allowed' that was pretty lolworthy.
Then stu and I went for a walk to the local library, which is a bitchmile away (it took us like an hour to get there and back) because I didn't want to waste gas to drive there to return our books, and we saw something I had never seen before; a passenger train. Like with people in it, in america. A train. So weird. I'd like to ride the rails sometime, and no, the TGV does not count.
But yeah, the rest of the night is almost like a dream because we definitely stayed up too late without doing really anything, but it was a good time from there. (due to some matters, not the least of which were my infernal allergies, I was not having so good a time before the library-trip, but it all turned out well.)
And now I'm starting to doubt whether you are in fact supposed to type ps with the pinky finger. Oh no, I don't know what to think anymore.
I think that means it's bedtime.
I still wish my period key would work better.
I took the initiative and did half the laundry (four loads total) while mom was driving my nephews home, and i've just felt like doing things ever since then. I just wish I wasn't coughing up phlegm or that I could breathe out of each nostril.
The sick is a weird thing. I had a sore throat um, wednesday I think, and for some inane reason, that was the same day I decided to try going without claritin. ahahahaha, anyways, throat was marginally better on thursday, but still pretty annoying, but oh *wipes tear*, friday morning. what a joke. I felt like a zombie in class. I actually remember thinking 'man, I wonder if Cochran thinks I'm like this all the time. I don't think I've been making a very good first impression this semester, Iv'e gotta start going to bed on time.' because of course, I was watering out of my eyes and sneezing and coughing still.
I did finally learn the aZn who sits next to me and is also an ME's name though! Ting Yang, how aZn, peegies would be proud.
But yeah, I had entertained some silly notion about working on my CAD assignments instead of returning to my dorm and sleeping, but as soon as I was halfway across the street to the ME building, I realized I had taken all those papers out of my math notebook when studying calculus (FINALLY) the night before, so I did not have the necessary diagrams to replicate. So I was actually kinda relieved and set off for Yocum, my horoscope, and blessed sleep.
I don't even know if I actually took a nap or not. Friday feels like it was a million years ago. I have a feeling I didn't and I'm merely thinking of Thursday, when I took a nap after I got back from materials and didn't wake up until time to go to cal drill. Oops. No lunch for me that day, so I grabbed a snickers and regretted it because I felt all kinds of dizzy, nauseous, and terrible. so much for protein in those things.
My period key keeps flaking out on me, it's kinda annoying, especially since my pinky doesn't really have enough strength to force the issue with it. Wow, I just realized I totally type ps with my ring finger. Are you supposed to do that? Maybe I should start doing so. I just tried to type o with my pinky finger HOLY CRAP THIS IS SO WEIRD FEELING HOW LONG HAVE I NOT BEEN DOING THIS? What finger do I use for q, omg, my left ring finger. No wonder my wpm has been suffering
quaint queen quina quaszqqwaer holy crap this is impossible, tell me I am making this up, you can't seriously expect me to type with these pathetic little fingers.
This is insane. It's like my entire world has turned upside down, all because of a little typing. qpqpqpqpqpqpqpqpqpqpqpqpq, I can type as with my pinky pretty well, and z. /me is pinky too.
okay that's enough of that, i guess. Today's post was brought to you by the letters p and q, as typed by the pinky fingers of the right and left hands, respectively. (IT"S SO HARD).
Oh yeah, friday night was kinda fun; Fayetteville was having Bikes, Blues, and Barbeque week-end so all the motorcycles were out in force. There was a sign downtown that said 'no weapons allowed' that was pretty lolworthy.
Then stu and I went for a walk to the local library, which is a bitchmile away (it took us like an hour to get there and back) because I didn't want to waste gas to drive there to return our books, and we saw something I had never seen before; a passenger train. Like with people in it, in america. A train. So weird. I'd like to ride the rails sometime, and no, the TGV does not count.
But yeah, the rest of the night is almost like a dream because we definitely stayed up too late without doing really anything, but it was a good time from there. (due to some matters, not the least of which were my infernal allergies, I was not having so good a time before the library-trip, but it all turned out well.)
And now I'm starting to doubt whether you are in fact supposed to type ps with the pinky finger. Oh no, I don't know what to think anymore.
I think that means it's bedtime.
I still wish my period key would work better.
