somethingferal

haha, Obama won. I did a small dance last night when I heard that. Mom was sleeping. My cat stared at me (possibly because I almost stepped on him when I tried to pull off a complex Arrière during the second motion of the dance). I guess now this means McCain can get back to Florida in time for shuffleboard and oatmeal and Palin can get back to the kitchen in time to make me a sammich. Dammit. >C THE REAL QUESTION NOW, HOWEVER, IS... "How many pennies must one consume to die of toxicity?" Or, as my row in Handling class puts it, "HOW MANY PENNIES DOES IT TAKE TO GET TO THE CENTER OF A COFFIN?" I will update you on results as the

So, I'm into the second week staying at my cousin's. See, I go to college, and the campus I'm on now is nearly two hours away from home. And with the car down, getting to class is tough. So I'm staying up here in town, 10 minutes from campus. This makes things easier. My cousin drives me to class. I bus home. It works fine. I...I have to share a bed here, though. With a guy, no less. He's not so bad, though. I mean, he's a chubby little whitey, and he snores, but he's quite nice. Real affectionate. I think he might like me x3 He's always sitting next to me while I type in the living room and shit, and he leans on me regularly too. Hel

I took the digger of the century today. Like, I was heating up my left over fried-rice, right? And I had to get a tupperware to nuke it in. We keep our tupperware in the corner shalef above the sink. Our cupboards were built by people who are six feet tall. I am 5'4. Now, we have this step stool that's prolly a foot off the ground to boost midgets like myself up so we can obtain our precious (and possibly carcinogenic) tupperware. So I get up there, with the styrofoam container of rice on the sideboard, and duck sauce in my left hand. I got the tupperware and as I was turning to step back down, my ankle rolled and I fell. LIKE A MIGHTY OAK