Naughty Fluffy Bunny

Now I'm drinking Mountain Dew instead. =D;;

For some reason, my back hurts. Almost like I'm gonna get my period, but not, and I know it isn't THAT time of the month because I just had it. Maybe I'm just stressed out. Monday. 12:30pm. omgidie. I think I need to take my mind off things, but then I might get lazy or forget something and I should dig out my Immigration materials out from whatever box I stuffed them in when I moved. *flailgibberdie* It's still freaking hot though. I thought we were moving to cooler weather, since the big fires have started and all, but no... it's still hitting the 90s.

I still want to bake.

So. The wireless that I routinely steal borrow has been acting majorly bitchy lately. I think it might be because of the weather, or something. Or maybe it knows that I used other wireless in the hotel and now it's jealous. >_>;; At any rate, it says something when my AOL dial-up works faster than the wireless and doesn't drop me. XP So I am dial-up bound for now, which doesn't bother me as much as it could, it's just that now I'm blocking up the house line. But who cares? Fucking telemarketers.

I have a million things I should be doing, but I'm not. Because. Because. Well, I just feel tired. I dunno. But I also feel like baking (but it's too hot). Or maybe going bowling. Or something. Anything. Things relating to fun and not how much life dislikes me at the moment.

WTF when did it become August already?

When I woke up, I hated the whole world. Okay, hated is a strong word. I felt severely dispassionate. And now that has petered out and I just feel kinda apathetic and... nihilistic. Wait. That's not the right word either. Maybe ennui is better. I don't know.

I had some chocolate, but it didn't help. Maybe it's the weather. It's hot out (yay air conditioning) and that means I can't bake, and I have a box of brownie mix in the cupboard. Maybe it's just going through another one of my downswings. I'm going to hate the rest of summer, I think. I don't wanna study. Again.

... I really really need to stop doing this to myself.

I might spam tonight, if I can pull out of my funk. I know I was tagged for memes that I haven't done yet, and I want to try and write about happy things. And... I know I owe alot of people drabbles. I fail at timeliness.


EDIT...


I need to fix my mood theme and post fics to my ficjournal, too.

So, I had this craving. A hormone and ovary-induced craving for cookies. Fresh baked chocolate chip cookies. But it was late, and I was lazy and didn't really want to go downstairs in the cold to bake.

[MORTAL KOMBAT! START!]

So my laziness and my cravings battled. And I hemmed and hawed and it's really, only 20 minutes to bake cookies and...

[FINISH HIM!]

And then the TV started playing a show about making Christmas cookies.

[FATALITY!]

And my stomach growled. And I was enabled by a certain someone on AIM.

[BRUTALITY!]

And so I caved and dragged myself downstairs to bake. At 10pm.

[FLAWLESS VICTORY!]

*munches cookies*

It's really cold. And I'm too lazy to put on a sweatshirt when I'm about to curl up in bed and have to take it off again. So any typos will be attributed to me shivering. Right. Believe it!

( cut for the catch up on what's been happening in Sera-Land )