:(

Sammy is truly gone.

Apple sent it back, and refused to repair/replace him.

I bought him in the last days of May, and he died mid-August.

I didn't even have him for 3 months.

$200 for 3 months.


I think I'm going to vomit.

My Doctor Is Bananas! B-A-N-A-N-A-S

My Art History class was canceled.

\o/

And I was debating skipping it simply because I feel exhausted and like I need a good bajillion hours of sleep. So, moral of the story kids, if you wish really really hard and go to class, sometimes it will be canceled by the time you get there. :)

(Uh, P.S. : Go to class. Cause Auntie Amanda says so.)

Now I have nothing to do till 2:30PM rolls around with my Four American Poets. I might re-read the poems we're discussing today (Frost) or maybe catch up on Beowulf for my Brit Lit class, or maybe even read a couple of chapters for History.

Or maybe I'll sit in the chair, take a shower, and glare threateningly at my phone until Dr. Panja calls me back about my meds.

Yeah, I'm not quite sure if I'm taking the correct medication. Which is scary. Last time I saw Panja, he told me he was putting me on birth control to control the hirsute side effect of the PCOS. But the medication I have is called Prempro. Which last time I checked, was something you give MENOPAUSAL WOMEN.

Now, I'm pretty sure I'm not a menopausal woman. First off, I'M TWENTY YEARS OLD. Secondly, my downstairs is still open for business. I haven't gotten any angry letters from my uterus claiming it's going on strike, the fallopian tubes haven't tried to climb out of my body, and my ovaries seem to not be playing the bongos. Thirdly, this particular medication has some really fucking nasty side effects. Like cancer.

Which, yeah Doc, let's just *tempt* the cancer gods. I mean, it's not like both my grandmothers, my grandfather, my mom, my aunt, my dad, and my great-grandmother have had cancer. Waiiiiit.... THEY HAVE. And those are just the people I know of for sure!

I really hope he calls me back sooner than later. I want to just know that what I'm putting into my body to help it isn't going to cause a mass revolution of deadly proportions.

ETA: Panja's Office called.

Guess who's supposed to go off the Prempro and start Ortho Tricyclin Lo?

*Cartwheel* MEEEEEEE!!!!

Wow, how awesome is that? My doctor screwed up my meds and is now mailing me a new prescription to start! Whooo! Now instead of menopausal pills, I'll be on actual birth control!

:|

Thank God I haven't been on this crap for long. Because I really don't want my system to be all fucked up for no god damn reason.

Fucking doctors. ARG.

Oh Dear.

There is a boy.

In the Periodicals section.

Sitting at the large corner table. Alone.

If I look over through the magazine racks, I can just catch a glimpse of his face/hair.

I heard a noise and looked up and over, and OUR EYES MET THROUGH THE RACK.

He's very cute.

I feel all fluttery.

...I should put away the jerky.

*Grabby Hands*

Google Calendar is the greatest thing EVAR. :D :D :D

Yes, I am a huge dork. BUT IT'S COLOR-CODED! AND ORGANIZED! AND IT TELLS ME 10 MINUTES BEFOREHAND THAT I NEED TO GET MY ASS TO THINGS.

Hence... GREATEST THING EVAR!!

Plus, I am a biiiig fan of jerky. Nom nom nom. And Club brand cheese and cracker sandwiches. (No orange scary crackers! Just deliciousness.)

Nom nom nom nom.

And the library is empty. Surprise, surprise. But those bitches left all their chairs out and a shitton of magazines for me to put away. Man, who do they think they are, making me do my *job* and all?! :P

At least I can enjoy jerky and cracker sammiches in peace.

*Nom nom nom*

HOLY SHIT THERE'S SOMEONE IN HERE. :|

And I've been eating like a moron. With nom nom nom noises!

*Headdesk*

When you speak cat macro out loud (and to yourself), you know you have issues. When you get caught... then other people know you have issues.

I can has humiliation?

Pardon me while I slink off into the corner with my jerky and crackers. Nom.

WHY GOD WHY

Fucking kill me now.

Sammy the iPod got PUT THROUGH THE WASH AND DRYER.

HE'S DEAD.

HE DIED.

HE IS AN EX-IPOD.

I am just so upset I can't even cry. I just keep looking at him and feeling like I'm going to throw up.

I... I just...

GOD FUCKING DAMMIT.

Panic Pack Panic Pack

Panic or packing?

Panic while packing?

Packing and postponing panic?

...

I DON'T KNOW. PANIC PANIC PANIC. :|

(Don't tell my mom I'm panicking. She'll just point, laugh, and say "I told you so." YES MOM, I KNOW. I SUCK. SHUT IT.)

Resume panicking...

Now.

Cake or Death?

Jake's friend Ryan is spending the week with us because his mom is out of town.

Tonight, his friend Steven is also spending the night.

I may have to kill them all. :|

They are loud. They are obnoxious. They are HITTING A BALLOON OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND JUMPING IN THE KITCHEN.

They must be stopped.

Before my sanity breaks and I KILL THEM ALL.

Be afraid children.

Be very afraid.