c'est la vie

Mum was absolutely vile with me for not remembering to call her right away about my 'date'. Da had already heard it from Vivs. Mum's been rather vile with me, anyway, so I don't very much mind. She asked "boy or girl?" with such perfect aplomb that I felt it a small victory and accepted her vileness, at any rate.

I finished Hush and am thoroughly confused, especially as the current-line Bat-tracks are still dealing with this... Hush critter. Wtf. Whoever said it, I agree -- I think they're working to get us to the point of being relieved when Infinite Crisis hits.

The weather is gorgeous (I couldn't help smugging about that on the phone with mum). I got up only in time for lunch, in the beautifully sunny Thorne hall, which was just fabulous. Currently my books and notebook and mug of tea are out on the quad waiting for me to return. I do have all (well, I'm 12 pages in) of Michel Foucault's The History of Sexuality: An Introduction: Part 1 (and if that's "An Introduction: Part 1," then well hell that's a LOT of sexuality) to read, and also the second half of Farewell, My Lovely. And the last two stories of this arc of Kitten fairytale to write, at some point.

And yet... CRAMPS. GOD DAMN.
*cough* sorry. Just... bitch, yanno?


Ooh. Bagpipes at the chapel. Back out to the quad with me--
text if you need anything.

*universe facepalms*

Oh my booger are the color settings on this thing just spaz or does this icon really look that shit to the outside world? Euw.

'Kay, so, the inevitable became omg-so-totally-happened, and I ... heard the sickening thud-click of my dorm door closing with my ID card still in it. Ok seriously? When dealing with students like me, the worst thing you can do is give them something like the Bowdoin ID card deal. One card, is everything. Your bookstore account, your other-little-monies-on-campus account, your meal-plan account, your Polar (flex) points, your library card, your key. We are seeing the problem.

So here I be, sitting in the library, having had to go without dinner because OMGNOCARD and OMGIDON'TREMEMBERMYID#, waiting for Marie to get back, see the note I left, and phone me.

Wrote some Kitten fairytale while sitting out in the cold (fun with pronouns!)...
silverjet747 and I have determined I really need a few cute tees...
I'll almost certainly be getting my Harley costume base as a red "liquid foil" catsuit/unitard...
Am also looking at an external cd/dvd drive, and a skyping mic...
And have the starts of blisters on my thumb from pushpinning Batman cards, postcards, letters and signal flags and sundry to my corkboards.

Dude. The few times that I ever get hungry? Are the MOST RETARDED ONES. STUPID.