beat down to my.

[starfrosting]

Oops. Well, I said I'd be home at 11 and now here I am, 2:20. Split a cab home with Jack figuring it'd be cheaper but instead we went all the way to his house in Rathgar and so I spent even more than usual on the cab, ay. I said I'd finish my paper tonight but there's no way in hell. My mom and grandmother get here tomorrow round 7am so I'm thinking what I'll do is bring my work and head over to meet them at their hotel, hang out get fed do whatever and spend a quiet Thursday evening pounding away at this damn paper. I don't even care anymore, but I need to get it done *well* so I can impress the pants off my professor. Okay, I don't want to get into his (fake?) leather pants, but that's not the point. I still want him to be impressed.

Oh, ego attachment and paper production.
Oh, being ever so exhausted.
Oh, essentially having alcohol for dinner. That's so not kosher for Pesach but I'll do everything but alcohol this time around I suppose.


Happy Pesach to all of you who observe.
And I can think the institution of Easter for the whole country closing down for the next 4 days.

Comments

[transubsituated.livejournal.com]

impress his pants off, and send him to me then ;) really though--you can do it.

[deadlybuzz.livejournal.com]

Much apologies for the cab btw. I meant to give you money yesterday and forgot. I thought it would be kinda normal but it was prolly a stupid idea. Sorry.
I'll hit you back with the money when I see ya next in college.

[deadlybuzz.livejournal.com]

Oh and I'm pretty sure Michaels leathers are real.
:P

[starfrosting.livejournal.com]

Oh honey, I didn't mean to kvetch--- I don't think either of us knew it would work out like that, and besides, we obviously needed to get away from the George toutesuite.

[starfrosting.livejournal.com]

Oh would you fuck off.
I never could tell. They creak in this really ambiguous way. If they're real, it's over. In a good way.