It's been a pretty good year....

Very zen, really.

*distracted* Ooh. I could paint my nails blue.

I peeled the polish off of them from my manicure two weeks ago. And found that the base had bleached them. Also, they were really sensitive.

Strong stuff, methinks. Especially since the polish took a while to come off.

Ooh. Tomorrow I get to buy my ticket, dye my hair, and (hopefully) register for classes.

I have to reg tomorrow, 'cause otherwise, I might miss the classes I want.

Two computer classes. Sort of my acid sink or swim test. If I do well in them, it's on to more computer classes...

Ooh. Metropolis. Wonder if I could get Cdex to recognise it...

*grooves to Radio Iodine*

Oh. Watched a 'horror' flick called 'The Triangle' tonight. Found it remeniscent of 'Virus' except there was no redeeming Jamie Lee Curtis in it.

Although Luke Perry does silent menace well.

I think I've finally done all the laundry I need to do for the con. Now to survive the next two days.

Ticket tomorrow, ticket tomorrow. Chee.

Should sleep soon. Have to get up and do much driving and shit in the morning.

Either that,or I'll write the Douglas Adams parody running around my brain... Pete Wisdom as Arthur Dent...

It makes a scary sort of sense.

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Gone to bed, lovelies. Is late. Lyssie the Great is tired.

nini

Whooooooooo....

HappymodeLyssie: on.

Ahem.

I am now registered for two classes. Whee. This means 6 credit hours of computer stuff, which I may or may not pass. We'll see.

Found out something, though. Apparently the Psychodynamic Substances class I took last fall did NOT count towards one of my credits to graduate. Bastards.

Oh, well. Either Anthro now, or in the spring. I'm thinking spring, since the only one now conflicts with the computer classes. *g*

Can we say Lyssie Likes Computers?

Yesssss.

Lyssie has also purchased her bus ticket to Chicago. Much rejoicing, kiddies.

I also told my boss I was taking off two hours early Friday.

Foo on him if he doesn't remember. Especially after yesterday's "Oh, Mike's gonna work. Oh, but I didn't call Ana, so she's here. Maybe she'll just want to come back and work tonight." "Fuck, no."

Byebye, Mike. Brat.

I also have chocolate milk and doughnuts. Ate one in the car, and am now hungry enough for the other two. Mmm. Glaze. Suuugar.

Now. Tomorrow I put my check in the bank, and go to the store to procure something alcoholic, AND some munchies--must have yogurtpretzels.

Oh, and pay my library fines if Dad and Mom really didn't.

And, then it's to work, and on my way to sunnyhappy Chicago.

Oh. Must pack. Pack, yes.

Emmys and Times and Indi and AJ and IceWing and, and The Smiths and B and! *bouncy*