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Aug. 21st, 2006 10:59 amMy usual day goes like this:
*wakes up at eight, having been to bed at 2.30 the previous night*
*has class at nine*
*has to walk twenty minutes to reach school*
Swatkat: OMG!
Roommate: Class?
Swatkat: *nods while rushing to the bathroom*
*finishes everything at jet speed*
M: (texts) You're coming over, right?
Swatkat: (texts back) No f-ing way, you come over, we'll take the shortcut through the forest.
M: (texts) But I'm wearing high heels!
Swatkat: (texts) Why the hell are you wearing high heels? Why would *anyone* want to wear high heels in this place????
M: (texts) Just this day?
Swatkat: *mutters*
*makes an unseemly spectacle of herself by having her breakfast in a very disgusting manner on the road*
(on the way)
M: We need to make friends with someone who owns a bike.
Swatkat: You don't say.
M: My feet hurt.
Swatkat: !!!!! *is wearing sensible sneakers herself*
M: I think I'll go change.
M: Just a minute.
Swatkat: *is speechless*
(in class)
Professor: Africa colonialism blah blah blah
Professor: *is obnoxiously cheerful*
Swatkat: *nods off*
D: Move that way. I'm trying to sleep.
Swatkat: *makes mental note to smack him later*
Meanwhile, I'm trying to catch up with the flist, but I think I'm going to give up. I've missed too much. What's up? Anything I need to see?
*wakes up at eight, having been to bed at 2.30 the previous night*
*has class at nine*
*has to walk twenty minutes to reach school*
Swatkat: OMG!
Roommate: Class?
Swatkat: *nods while rushing to the bathroom*
*finishes everything at jet speed*
M: (texts) You're coming over, right?
Swatkat: (texts back) No f-ing way, you come over, we'll take the shortcut through the forest.
M: (texts) But I'm wearing high heels!
Swatkat: (texts) Why the hell are you wearing high heels? Why would *anyone* want to wear high heels in this place????
M: (texts) Just this day?
Swatkat: *mutters*
*makes an unseemly spectacle of herself by having her breakfast in a very disgusting manner on the road*
(on the way)
M: We need to make friends with someone who owns a bike.
Swatkat: You don't say.
M: My feet hurt.
Swatkat: !!!!! *is wearing sensible sneakers herself*
M: I think I'll go change.
M: Just a minute.
Swatkat: *is speechless*
(in class)
Professor: Africa colonialism blah blah blah
Professor: *is obnoxiously cheerful*
Swatkat: *nods off*
D: Move that way. I'm trying to sleep.
Swatkat: *makes mental note to smack him later*
Meanwhile, I'm trying to catch up with the flist, but I think I'm going to give up. I've missed too much. What's up? Anything I need to see?