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Fanfiction is addicitive and bad.

*wants desperatly to crawl back into bed and sleep, but has to wake up and start moving*

Damnit it.

At least I had a good last two days.

New muuuuuuuuuuuusssssssssssssiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiicccccccccccccccccccc

I have a Tori Amos CD <3 I've had none of her music since Chantal went away for the summer and I was very sad. So when I was in my beloved used book store (also used CD and LP :P), and I found a copy of "Boys for Pele" I snatched it. I have no heard this CD yet, but it should be good :)

Also: to BBQ or not to BBQ? Staying at home on a Friday night is a sin (or it feels like one at this point), but I am not entirely sure I want to mingle with a bunch of people I only half know and insist that my name is Megan. Foolish mortals.

I am hella tired. BLAH.

Turtle attempted to sleep on my head again last night. Silly Turtle.

My pressure points are tingly. I am not sure if this is cool or merely disturbing. Or just another symptom of Fibromyalgia to ignore.

genki_yasha, do you have Boys For Pele? Does it have a "secret" track before "Horses"? That was a wierd switch.

Boys for Pele

What the hell was Tori Amos on when she wrote this album?

*raises eyebrow, but continues to listen*

Seriously wierd. And woah dark.

In which I ramble about my life. I'm not the only thing with an appetite around campus it seems.

First off, apologies for all the spam the lot of you who have me friended are getting. Shame on me. *slaps wrist* Recriminations and appropriate punishments aside, it's time for a semi-lucid entry.

So I got my butt up to school today and payed the deposit on next year's courses and one or two other things. I couldn't find anyone from the psych department, so I have a half credit that's still up in the air, but it's not for my degree, so it's not critical. I also paid a visit to everyone's favourite computer lab, from which many journal entries were posted and emails were sent. (You know the one Myriam *grins*)

AND THEN THE DAMNED ATM SWALLOWED MY DEBIT CARD AND WOULDN'T GIVE IT BACK.

So now I have to call the damn bank that owns the machine because there doesn't seem to be anyone at Glendon that's actually responsible for the thing. I KNOW we're a secondary campus and I KNOW that entails that a lot of our services are centralized on the God-forsaken main campus, but shouldn't there at least be one person that knows what to do? It was not pleased. I now have no money for the week, save the little money my mother has lent me. This would also be the week my subway tokens mysteriously dissapear - I swear to God I had three or four left, but they're gone now.

I think all my new vitamin-pill friends are helping, even if I suspect most it isn't being properly absorbed into my bloodstream. Some mornings though, that horse-pill multivitamin is going to choke me to death. It sure put in a good effort this morning. But seriously - I'm just glad to be feeling a little more like myself again. I've done more in the last three days than the entire week before it.

I've also decided not to BBQ - it's a long trip and I'm just not sure I want to make the effort. They're fun people, even when you don't know them well, but... I don't know. I'm still off-kilter enough that a large social function is slightly dauting anyway. And you KNOW that I'm off-kilter if I'm saying that. I love people. (Especially that Michael guy... not sure why...) :P

Or maybe I'm just hiding from the world. I do that sometimes too.

*proceeds to wait for people to come online, and to hope that Greece kicks the Czech's asses tommorow*

I know, I know. I got pulled into the Euro-cup craze. What's a girl to do?