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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
"The general consensus of the students was $ to $" without doing a lot of math.
yes, that's what I'm going to do, I think. Essentially, we allocate a certain amount of the scholarship for books at the bookstore, and the students have always said that it wasn't enough. I decided to do a survey, and asked them what they thought it should be. I should have limited the answer to a whole number, but I also ended up getting some good comments.
Autumn is upon us.
THANK GOD. Boots! Velvet jackets!
Huh. I need to decide what the heck I'm wearing tomorrow to the Steampunk Swapmeet I'm vending at. The organizer is encouraging people to dress up, and I want to make sure that I look very Victorian Goth. (The organizer is one of the people who really likes hot glue guns and gears on everything.)
I switched my nails to a lovely chocolate brown last weekend. Bring on the crimson!
You people are weird. I haven't stopped wearing velvet or boots or...well, too lazy to paint my nails. But it would have been crimson or brown.
Still, LA proper had no summer this year.
Sad.
Finally pried my lunch open. It was sad. I went back to the kitchen to try it there, but invite-me-to-lunch guy was there, so I wheeled out before he could see me and went back to awkwardly fidgeting at my desk. Now I can't rewrap my hand right. I'm losing circulation.
Autumn is not yet upon us in Georgia - still in the 90s. But I ordered those boots anyway, damn it.
Oh, I've been wearing boots sometimes, and velvet waistcoats. But now we're moving into PROPER weather for layers. And tights!
I swear, insurance companies just want to piss you off so that you won't deal with their bullshit. All I needed was the motherfucking phone number for my doctor to call in the prescription. That's it. Instead, she says "I have to verify you first" No, you stupid bitch, you don't because I have ALREADY been through that shit. All I need IS A FUCKING PHONE NUMBER.
Oh, I hate when I have to type in some long number for an automated thing, and verify my expiration date or address or whatever, and my phone number, and my DOB, and my SSN, and yadda yadda....and then wait on hold for an hour...and then finally get to a person...and they ask me all that info again!!
Oh, man. I just noticed we have a 9:30 call tonight. That's totes past my cogent bedtime. I'm such a lightweight.