Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Booooooorrrrriiiiiiiiiinng!

If you couldn't tell, I'm bored.

I'm waiting for my next class to start, as the last one ended way early, and I have nothing to do. I wrote a little bit of TC5, I wrote a little bit of BFF, and I pulled up a one shot I started and abandoned a million years ago.

I can't seem to get excited about anything today. I'm in a very blah mood. I'm trying to get out of that mode, but I can't seem to shake it. Sigh.

I wish that GG would stop sucking. I wish we could stick Zach, the dog, and the daughter into a burning vehicle and just be done with them. I think that may make me feel better.

But I know it won't happen, because ASP hates me.

She does!

Why else would Finn not be there, and why Luke and Lorelai be so on the rocks, and why would Finn not be there, and why would Lane be getting married to Zach, and why would Finn not be there?

Sigh.

I'm in a mood.

I have no more skittles.

I drank a lot of coke, and now have to pee, but can't becasue I'd have to use the school bathrooms, and that is just not an option. I'd rather walk up to Izod, which is way up the highway, and use the one at work.

Barefoot.

And in the snow.

Sigh.

Katherine

12 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sorry that you're bored. I know the feeling. I am stuck at home sick so I had to deal with months old homework that I have to get done before I get out from these classes.

I was watching old GG eps though that I missed? Funny, I thought, that Logan lives in the Taft Apartments. Heehee. I had Rory and Paris living there even before I knew it was Logan's digs! LOL. SNT really was a trailblazer.

2:39 PM  
Blogger Amy Beth Johnson said...

i'm so gonna go to costco and see if i can't find a 10 lb bag of skittles to send you...

;)

hehe

ames

11:42 PM  
Blogger Amy Beth Johnson said...

oooh, and raising a glass to our psychic/well-researched friend, M!

Prost!

ames

2:10 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Has to be the sour kind.

YUM!

12:11 AM  
Blogger rosie4299 said...

I am the most neurotic skittle consumer ever to grace the planet.

First, I have to eat the purples first. Then they green, then the yellow, then the orange, then the red... yes, I eat them in backwards rainbow order.

Second, I have to use my teeth to go around the entire edge of the skittle, so you end up with it separated into top and bottom.

Third, I suck off all the coloring from the candy coating.

Fourth, I eat the damn skittle. Finally.

Lather, rinse, repeat, until the entire bag is gone. I have been told that this is probably a sympton of OCD or something akin to it, but I just think of it as an odd little quirk I have. Some people don't wash their socks when they're on a winning streak, some people will only take a test wearing a magic scrunchie, I have my skittle thing.

K

10:16 AM  
Blogger Amy Beth Johnson said...

Maybe just a one pound bag....


I don't want to be the one that causes you to finally be committed...

and what, may I ask, is a magic scrunchie?

a

1:48 PM  
Blogger rosie4299 said...

It's a scrunchie with magical powers.

Is that a good explaination? Or do you need some more clarifiation?

Hehe.

K

6:10 PM  
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11:43 PM  
Blogger Amy Beth Johnson said...

what magic can the scrunchy do? I know it doesn't deliever good hair days, lol.


and i'm with J. Can we pay money to watch you eat Skittles? Cause I think it can pass as entertainment. :D

ames

5:33 PM  
Blogger rosie4299 said...

Okay, so here's the dealy bobber with the magic scrunchie.

The Tale of the Magic Scrunchie harkens back to a time gone bye... otherwise known as middle school. Seventh Grade, to be exact. My good good friend Neens had this scrunchie that she wore one day as a bracelet. It was pretty, actually, not so much scrunchie looking as jewelry looking. It was silver with spangly things and light blue crystaly beads all over it. She never wore it on her head, except for once because of a gym emergency, and we never did let her live it down... but anyway, back to the scrunchie story.

That day, we found out that the test we thought was on Monday was actually on Thursday, because our teacher was going on maternity leave. So we all go into panic mode, studying all these pages in notebooks and texts and worksheets, and it's all crazy. So, Neens, as a way of destressing us all, takes the scrunchie and passes it around, and we all rub it's spangles, and to make a long story shorter, we all pass the test.

But the story doesn't end there. The magic of the scrunchie got us through quite a lot of jams, just by rubbing it, we'd be ready to rock and roll. We all rubbed that sucker so much all the way through to our final exams senior year, and Neens still uses it now, in her junior year at Temple U.

Does that explain the story better?

K

8:49 PM  
Blogger rosie4299 said...

And I am willing to entertain by way of Skittle eating, so long as I am properly compensated.

K

8:51 PM  
Blogger Amy Beth Johnson said...

LMAO


I love your stories...

a

1:40 AM  

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