"There was nothing rotting, or anything!"

Yeah, you can say that nothing is rotting because you've never bothered to clean out the fridge before garbage day.

Oh, how housemates anger me sometimes. I was extra loud in the kitchen at 5:45 this morning, because a few certain people were extra loud last night at midnight when I was trying to sleep. I felt slightly bad doing it, but with any luck they'll just assume that the squirrel is back to live in our food shelf.

Two and a half more months in this house. Then I will be off to a slightly more ghetto house in a slightly less ghetto neighbourhood. Gotta love Queen's student housing.


On a different note... why Acronym Thursday and not Acronym Tuesday? To be honest, I kind of look forward to Thursdays so that I can watch my acronym shows. ER, CSI, The OC... (reverse that order). I'm embarrassed to admit that I now watch The OC (Don't even get me started on how much it pisses me off that it's "The" OC). Anyways, I'm upset that I have no Tuesday acronym show. Scrubs. I adore Scrubs. But it just doesn't work to call it "S", or even better yet "S-C-R-U-B-S".

I'm not on crack, I swear. Crack's not hard enough for me anyway. I just watch too much tv. And I'm a huge dork. And I have way too much sugar from the CTC in my system. (CTC=Cinnamon Toast Crunch from now on... it's not that I actually call it that, just that I'm too lazy to type it).



"I'm a million miles away from you, I can't get you off my mind (not that I'm trying)"

1/4 Moisturizer, my butt!

I am currently quite bitter with Dove soap. It dries out my skin, even though it supposedly contains moisturizer.

Valentine's Day didn't suck quite as much as I expected. Don't get me wrong, I still despise the day, but it wasn't so bad.

So apparently we're back to that thing where it rains and everything likes to be covered in ice. It would have been perfect today to watch people slide down the slope, but nope, I couldn't. No time. Two and a half midterms and some patient research later, here I am.

All I have eaten today is a giant amount of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. It has become my comfort food, to say the least. If ever I'm upset, bring me some Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Guaranteed to make me feel a bit better. And don't bother with bowls, just hand me the box. Sure my arms will get sticky, but it's worth it.

I have to wake up butt-early tomorrow, so I need to go research my patient's meds and make tomorrow's lunch. And tonight's dinner.

Tomorrow Does Not Exist

Please see above.

Good News and Bad News

First things first... I need to thank my trusty servant... I mean my, uh, boyfriend (love ya, Gord) for getting me set up with this crazy idea of a journal. Online. Who would have thought.

And now for the topic at hand:

Good news = My housemates and I currently have an abundance of toilet paper, after going four days without it. And by "without it", I mean that two of my housemates went through box after box of tissues, while my third housemate and I hid some toilet paper in the cleaning basket... because we were tired of supplying their toilet paper for them and not even getting so much as a thank-you in return.

Bad news = I'm moving into a new house in the spring with only one of my current housemates and her father has a general dislike for the house we picked.

C'est la vie.
I think that someday I would love to be able to speak in nothing but clichés. For a short period of time. Because let's face it, that would be annoying.