Random cuts I keep finding on my hands. I think I my subconscious must fight crime at night.
Avoiding friends not wanting to tell them I don’t have the emotional energy to deal with their presence.
Telling professors I still haven’t finished the pre-requisite for the class.
Coming home and seeing RCW with an ice-pack on his crotch.
Having classmates apologize for openly disagreeing with me in class.
The “Partial differential equations” game.
Me dancing with the girl in my class who is six feet tall.
And of course, taking an hour to formulate two sentences.
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
On and on reckless abandon, something's wrong, this is gonna shock them
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All those random cuts are from all the homework assignments you insist on completing instead of hanging out with me. *attempts a pouty face but cracks up instead*
I hope your homework wasn't too painful tonight.
MG: Dance is enjoyable, but I'm still a klutz. It's a lot like kung fu. The difference between the masters and the amateurs is their competency with the little things. If the dancers got to punch each other, I think the class would be even more fun.
EG: Yes, yes, yes. It's sad, deriving equations to describe the movement of hydrogen through steel has taken precedence over even you. I suggest you cook me dinner to level the playing field.
*waits for SC to tell her what to cook*
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