Mmm, poptarts.

Last night I dreamed that I was asked out by a guy in one of my classes, when said guy does not actually exist, to the best of my knowledge, in the real world. His hair was dyed bright red on one side. Plainly this is a sign that I am secretly in love with Heidi. Or... that she's secretly in love with me. I'm not sure which.

I forgot to do my laundry over the weekend, so I'm stuck wearing the same pants post-shower that I wore pre-shower. Only owning four pairs of pants really sucks when you're also too lazy to drag your carcass two floors down to the laundry room.

I am tired. Don't want to go to class today. Rarr blerg rarr, I say.

[cilbuP] Owner of Chris's eyebrows, Jenny says, "I am showered. PLease, no applause."
[cilbuP] Drowning in Browning, Victor applauds.
[cilbuP] You eat Victor. Mmm... tasty.
[cilbuP] Drowning in Browning, Victor gives a standing ovation.
[cilbuP] Owner of Chris's eyebrows, Jenny says, "In my stomach."

GRR

Dear IU bus:

Fuck you. When you hit the end of your route seven minutes early (and they run every 15 minutes, so this is a significant amount of earliness) you are NOT SUPPOSED TO IMMEDIATELY TURN AROUND AGAIN. You are supposed to HOLD OVER so your next run is ON TIME.

Now I'll be late to the class where if you're late the instructor makes fun of you in front of 100 other students.

Yeah, this is so what my social anxiety and I need.

So again, bus? Fuck you.

Sincerely,
Jenny.