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Being dumb.
Dec. 16th, 2003 11:47 am( Three French Remys. That could be fun. Oh so much fun.... )
In other news, I have finished the stupid paper for my art history class. The one that wasn't to exceed 2 pages. It is, literally, one sheet of paper, two sides. And a works cited page, baceuse he wanted one of those. The topic was what have you learned about Medieval Islamic culture? So I wrote about Spain. When Spain really kicked ass. I would like to have seen that Spain, even if I did have to pay an extra tax.... They had street lights. And plumbing. And really, really cool arches. And irrigation.
Something here smells like tuna. I want tuna sandwiches now. God, I'm hungry again. I should try to scrounge something.... I have bus money, and just a little bit on my card, and I wonder if I can get a ride home today or not. That would be singularly awesome.
Almost noon. A little over two and a half hours left of this incessant waiting. If I move, I will remember actively that I am hungry, and be miserable. If I stay here, I will be more bored than I already am. We need to eat more at home too, because this little tiny bit we've been subsisting on does not really do much aside from remind me that I am hungry in the evenings. Gar. It's scary how quickly two people can go through things.
In other news, I have finished the stupid paper for my art history class. The one that wasn't to exceed 2 pages. It is, literally, one sheet of paper, two sides. And a works cited page, baceuse he wanted one of those. The topic was what have you learned about Medieval Islamic culture? So I wrote about Spain. When Spain really kicked ass. I would like to have seen that Spain, even if I did have to pay an extra tax.... They had street lights. And plumbing. And really, really cool arches. And irrigation.
Something here smells like tuna. I want tuna sandwiches now. God, I'm hungry again. I should try to scrounge something.... I have bus money, and just a little bit on my card, and I wonder if I can get a ride home today or not. That would be singularly awesome.
Almost noon. A little over two and a half hours left of this incessant waiting. If I move, I will remember actively that I am hungry, and be miserable. If I stay here, I will be more bored than I already am. We need to eat more at home too, because this little tiny bit we've been subsisting on does not really do much aside from remind me that I am hungry in the evenings. Gar. It's scary how quickly two people can go through things.
