geez, louise.

Unus:
My class is stinking it up big time. No pun intended (since it focuses a lot on wastewater). In NC they get Good Friday as a holiday (no fair!) and yet we still have two—yes, two assignments due. Plus—the State game is on at 730 on Friday. And the Good Friday services start at 7. How odd to have a HUGE basketball game at the same time as most Good Friday services. In the state where GF is a holiday. I mean, I know the game is in St. Louis, but sheesh! So I’m going to go remember how Jesus died for my sins and then go drink a 40 while I watch the game? Or not go to the service at all.

Maybe I’m going straight to hell. Okay, not really, but still. I mean, one Good Friday I went and got my tattoo…

Duo:
Timing is random. And gets more random daily. But I love it that Audrey said the following about timing: “it doesn't follow the rules that you set up. It just happens. When the time it right. But that doesn't mean that you have to think that the time is right. It just is.” But damn. Job timing, friends timing, people timing, you name it. Damn.

Tres:
I went to the gym for the first time since I bought my membership. What with being sick and surgery and all I’ve been unable to go. And I purchased the membership nearly two months ago. Thank goodness it wasn’t super expensive. I feel like I’m actually taking care of my body or something.

Quattor:
Work. It stinks. I feel undervalued and underpaid, and I feel like my input has little or no worth. I was actually told to just do my job because that’s my responsibility at the end of the day. It wasn’t said in a mean way, just in a matter-of-fact way. But we know so little about our product, and the information we do have is unreliable at best. So maybe that old adage was right—when ignorance is bliss, ‘tis folly to be wise.

So, anybody wanna proofread my resume and cover letter for me?

Quinque:
Ah, the banes of email. Sorry for the misunderstanding. But I do want to be pretty as a (insert veggie here). And Cabbage and Cucumber are out of the question.

Sex:
The M-O was fun. And weird. And you’re right, it was even weirder since we shared that with random people. But—and this is awesome—in the back of one of the pictures I saw the picture below, and I’m pumped about it. Hi-larious.

Septum:
My nose still hurts. And I still have a sinus infection. But six courses of antibiotic and one course of steroids just don’t seem milk-like. As in they don’t do a body good. I wanted to go to bed. But instead I studied for like three hours. And now my throat is swollen again. And I'm going to have to ask for more medicine again. Would it be inappropriate to ask them for one that doesn't make me not have to drink? After all, I have a game to watch tonight, and state ball without beer might be against the law 'round these here parts.

Octo: gone. That’s where everyone at work is. For the Friday of Goodness.

Novem: brr. It was nice outside yesterday, until we decided to sit outside for lunch. The sky was all pretty and blue and misleading. But me and my skirt and heels were not too pleased with the temperature since it was windy. But at least I got to wear my new pink sweater!

Decem: and him and him and him. Or not. Violence (aka decking him—ha!) for the inappropriate kisser is not necessary. We were all very drunk, and he backed off immediately. But thanks for being a great little bro.

Enough with the counting already, I know. But yay for Latin. I actually met someone this weekend who also took Latin for four years, and who also took the National Latin Exam. He’s a mechanical engineer.

Anyway.

Bah! Work. And requesting medicine. And looking for a new job.

And I’ll be writing stuff for Project: Super Secret this weekend. Oopsie.