the everyday adventures of sabrina

bizzy, bizzy niqui of late. the two vacations, plus work, plus the triumphant! return! to skool!, which has, it turns out, most untriumphant homework (PLEASE NO MORE TRUTH TABLES PLEASE I BEG OF YOU THEY ARE TEDIOUS AND I CAN TAKE NO MORE). plus this week i actually took a little break and watched some teevee (I KNOW!) and mourned my rosemary plant which i killed (my friend w. who watered the plants while i was in england was worried he would kill them; turns out it took me forgetting to water them before bamfing off to las vegas to do one in) and crocheted like four whole rows on my afghan (which no, i did not get done before the end of last year, which is a bummer, but I STILL HAVE HOPE and anyways i pretty much have to finish it soon because the cats have been sleeping on it and i really want to throw it in the washer to dust off the fur before it becomes structural).

so. yes! still alive. doing more than tweeting, though not much. desk is a mess; badly behind on email, again, as usual. i’m lucky i’m keeping ahead of laundry, or else this whole thing would come to a very ignominious end indeed. oh, and i think i’m going to go on a diet because it’s been like six months since the last attempt and i feel the need to add to my things that will piss me off. except, the joke’s on the diet: i keep forgetting to buy a new battery for my scale, so it will all be a giant mystery! ha! i win by default!

okay, but now i have to go make dinner and study for my bio test on saturday (oh how i love biology class; five straight hours in a lab with NO FOOD OR DRINK which means NO COFFEE which means sabrina is a sad, sad monkey no matter how interesting the subject matter — i mean, i am already schlepping my ass places at 8:45 on a saturday morning, the coffee should not only not be prohibited, it should be PROVIDED, but i think i’m getting off topic a bit here). and i think at some point i need to photoshop myself into a picture of england or something so i have some sort of motivational thingie to keep me on track when i really want to drop out of skool because it’s a drag. … 13 WEEKS LEFT 13 WEEKS LEFT (…and then like 4 years but i am ignoring that part for now).

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if i sound slightly like my head is on the verge of exploding, it’s only because it is.