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Not Hungover, Actually
Apr. 16th, 2009 09:21 amI painted my fingernails last night, just a nice clear coat. I've discovered that I'm fine painting my left hand, but when I have to hand the brush off to my left to do my right, I lose all dexterity whatsoever. I feel like Koko the gorilla trying to paint someone else's nails. At a stoplight on the way to school this morning I found a patch of nail polish on my knuckle. Really terrible.
Every single Tuesday and Thursday driving to class in the morning I end up sitting in traffic on campus for almost ten minutes just going through two traffic lights that can't be more than fifty feet from each other. Next week I'm taking my camera so I can show people exactly how ridiculous this setup is. I want to kill some fucking traffic engineers.
I went to Amigos last night and spent six dollars at dollar margarita night. I even got to take the last one with me in a plastic cup while me, Nick and Rob walked across Waterford to go to the sports bar. We met up with my cousin and her friends and got to drunkenly sing "Don't Stop Believing" with an entire drunken restaurant for the second time in one evening. Truly, it was a magical night.
After the very mildest of prompting, I put on Fellowship of the Ring before I went to bed. (I'm very open to suggestion when drunk.) It was nice. That movie is a very comforting film to me. I've watched it so much that I'm just infinitely familiar with the sounds associated with it. I could probably turn off the video of my TV and just go to sleep listening to the audio track.
Every single Tuesday and Thursday driving to class in the morning I end up sitting in traffic on campus for almost ten minutes just going through two traffic lights that can't be more than fifty feet from each other. Next week I'm taking my camera so I can show people exactly how ridiculous this setup is. I want to kill some fucking traffic engineers.
I went to Amigos last night and spent six dollars at dollar margarita night. I even got to take the last one with me in a plastic cup while me, Nick and Rob walked across Waterford to go to the sports bar. We met up with my cousin and her friends and got to drunkenly sing "Don't Stop Believing" with an entire drunken restaurant for the second time in one evening. Truly, it was a magical night.
After the very mildest of prompting, I put on Fellowship of the Ring before I went to bed. (I'm very open to suggestion when drunk.) It was nice. That movie is a very comforting film to me. I've watched it so much that I'm just infinitely familiar with the sounds associated with it. I could probably turn off the video of my TV and just go to sleep listening to the audio track.
