One glorious day!

So. I started the day out right by fucking my ankle up on a damned pine cone. Don't laugh. It could happen to you. I KNEW it was about time for me to hurt myself, though. It had been far too long. I hadn't sprained my ankle since my very first semester of college.

My karma broker is just shuffling through worst case scenarios to find the perfect investments for all my inadvertently accrued bad karma. (I say inadvertently because I AM NOT A BAD PERSON!!! I PROMISE!!!)

Now I have "karma police" stuck in my head.

At any rate, then I learned something very valuable. Hang outside of Powell long enough and, like a stray puppy, people WILL feed you. (I'm so poor I don't even have money to get myself nourishment. Until I get the money back from my faulty motherboard. Speaking of, I should check my ebay account.)

Went to apply for my passport today and I forgot the card for my camera at the dorm. Got the damned camera, but left the fucking card. Bah. It wouldn't have mattered anyway because, for some reason unbeknownst (I just realized that I REALLY like that word) to myself, one may only apply for a passport between the times of 9-11am and 1-3pm. How ridiculous is that?

People on campus should play hide-and-seek more. Or people bingo. Hermits should be worth more points. People like me who wander about confused and aimless should be less points.

I say "more" like any people at all already play this shit.

THE DAY OF HARRY POTTER AND THE GOBLET OF FIRE GROWS NEAR!

...Now that I'm officially a fucking reject, I'm going to get to my homework...

WOOT,
Shae!