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Exhaustion, the key to clashing clothes.
I should not have been allowed to leave the house this morning.
My shirt is a nice kind of antiquey-old world pattern in slate blue, navy blue, dark maroon and that old gold type of yellow.
My shorts are grey, pink, bright blue and green.
No, Lyssie does NOT match the morning.
Happily, I've found my heels, so I can go barefoot without removing socks and boots. Chee.
My prof is talking about programming in BASIC.
I feel so nostalgic. We used to make graphics program on the Commodore 128. I am seriously considering digging out the keyboard and hooking it up to the TV so I can play with it.
Second Sight's on tonight. Wheee.
*hophophop*
Walked into the computer lab and was assaulted by the smell of really good coffee. Almost stopped and begged a cup.
Arrr. have to drive home to pick my sister up. Why she couldn't just get up with me at the crack of dawn, I don't know.
I definitely am failing my business class. Probably because I didn't ever feel serious about it.
I am not, however, failing my computer class. *smug look* There's no final, and I've almost got everything done.
HAH! My prof got worse score on his quickcheck than I ever had.
Anyway. More ramble later.
My shirt is a nice kind of antiquey-old world pattern in slate blue, navy blue, dark maroon and that old gold type of yellow.
My shorts are grey, pink, bright blue and green.
No, Lyssie does NOT match the morning.
Happily, I've found my heels, so I can go barefoot without removing socks and boots. Chee.
My prof is talking about programming in BASIC.
I feel so nostalgic. We used to make graphics program on the Commodore 128. I am seriously considering digging out the keyboard and hooking it up to the TV so I can play with it.
Second Sight's on tonight. Wheee.
*hophophop*
Walked into the computer lab and was assaulted by the smell of really good coffee. Almost stopped and begged a cup.
Arrr. have to drive home to pick my sister up. Why she couldn't just get up with me at the crack of dawn, I don't know.
I definitely am failing my business class. Probably because I didn't ever feel serious about it.
I am not, however, failing my computer class. *smug look* There's no final, and I've almost got everything done.
HAH! My prof got worse score on his quickcheck than I ever had.
Anyway. More ramble later.