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so this past week was pretty hectic for me. let's begin with sunday. so on sunday, i went running for half an hour, as i have been accustomed to do, and came back to the room. i noticed that my foot had a strange tingle in it, as if it needed to be popped, so i began to twist it a lot, hoping that i'd be able to pop whatever was bothering it. needless to say, i ended up really fucking up my foot.
come monday morning (my most busy day ever), the arch of my foot was inflamed such that it touched the bottom of my shoe, and was pulsating as i walked on it--in addition to the fact that the pressure made a pain analagous to a knife shooting up your leg while having your lower intenstine is eaten by an Ewok. after going to macro at 9, diff eq at 10:30, physics at 11:30, grabbing lunch, going to lab at 1:30 and walking down science fucking hill in the rain to meet up with the girls for v-day dinner at rainbow cafe in the rain...MY FOOT WAS ABOUT TO FALL OFF.
the next day, i went to work and was bitched off by my boss, particularly because i was 30 minutes late...i didn't think it would be that big of a deal, but as she began to rail on me (notice how i said "rail on" me, not "in me" as on most occasions), i pulled up the pity card and explained my foot problem. as with all middle aged women of this sort, she immediately self diagnosed my injury and told me to do this that and this and that she has the same problem and some days, she can't even walk...blah blah blah. i just listened and nodded, because, last i checked, you probably shouldn't take medical advice from a head master's assistant because A) she's a head master's assistant and B) she's a head master's assistant.
the next day, my foot still hurt, and when i went to work, she insisted that i take motrin. i explained that i had already taken advil and tylenol and she said, "no. you need to take an anti-inflammatory like motrin. motrin is an anti-inflammatory, and your foot is inflamed." two comments i would have liked to have made 1) um...advil and tylenol are also anti-inflammatories 2) YOU MUST THINK I'M REALLY EFFING STUPID NOT TO KNOW WHAT INFLAMMATION IS. in the words of N. Dynamnite, "GOD~ my lips hurt real BAD!" anyway, after putting up with her rambling, i made my way to DUH (department of undergraduate health) around 3 pm. a fat woman working at the desk says, "you can have an appt at 5:45", to which i replied "hells no, biyatch! i ain't gonna wait herr for 2 hours. i had got to go back to work and feed my babies! besides, its my foot dats hurt. i cannot be walking up and down this muthafuckin hiill unless you got me some wheelchair suh-vice." so we rescheduled for friday (which, might i add, i cancelled because i knew that, come thursday night, i'd be too damn lazy fo' dat shiet!). later that night, i went over to carlitas to watch Project Runday with x-ian. a few words on project runway: FUCK YOU WENDY PEPPER!
thursday, i had my differential equation midterm. all that needs to be said is that there were 5 bonus questions:
1) what sport do you use a niblecks, mashie and spoon?
2) what size and brand battery did morpheus hold up to neo when explaning the matrix?
3) name one tribe from SG-1.
4) what event did not happen on this day.
5) one last question that i cannot remember because my short term memory has been destroyed by...um...learning too much.
i think i did really well on the exam (go me!).
friday...well, on friday i skipped all my classes. loafed around, had some tea with Ahaves, got my hair cut at RIMAGE (pronounced "Rim-ahj" not "rim-age" as in rhyming with "image" as in having your anal orifice stimulated by a tongue), and went to stef's fucked up play (fucked up as in, the final scene included him stabbing the lead girl multiple times and him leaving with her uterus wrapped in newspaper. GOD! how disgusting is that ?? he PUTS THE UTERUS in the newspaper OR HE GETS THE HOSE AGAIN!?!?! hasn't anyone heard of saran wrap?) afterwards, i went to keith's b-day bash (ya know- to go hang out with "jhead, jasper, xander and jamie, etc.") where i met two more pieces of bonkie's hidden, troubled path.
o bianca. how things seem more clear after understanding the people and places from whence you have come!
o yea- about my haircut. i went to this chi chi salon and spa estate, after being referred by Ahaves. i had initially sworn off all haircutting places in New Haven, ever since dat bitch "Rose" (who was a fat ass white chick who wore red weave that was braided in corn rows) gave me a fucking pixie cut ala Julia Roberts as Tinkerbell. when i mentioned the likeness, she replied "well, thats what you asked for."
this new place was very nice. my hair-doer is named alicia, and she liked to say things like: "that's not cool" whenever i said something i didn't like. for example:
Me: i need to get rid of this mullet!
Her: yea- mullets are not cool.
Me: i want to avoid looking like a mushroom head.
Her: yea- mushroom heads are not cool.
Me: i don't like it when i have to plug X instead of just taking it straight.
Her: yea- plugging X is not cool.
thanks alicia for all the cool advice: you can go shave your back now.
in defense of alicia, she gave me a rocking haircut that made me want to do the whole anna-nicole trimspa commercial: "wanna hot body...? wanna look like me...? wanna win a ferrari, WANT SOME MONEY!!!" my haircut brings all the boys to the yard, and they're like, it's better than yours. damn right! hrm. one special note at rimage included seeing 2 scary gay men who have not aged naturally, due to their vanity, and insist on looking like orange leather.
in other news, the agenda for tonight's craziness includes, A) studying for macro, because i have an exam on monday B) partying since its bonky, staceramma, and co.'s birthday bash in SY K33! everyone's invited!
hrm. on that not, i'd like to give a big ol' eff you to people who don't return phone calls and don't reply to texts (you know who you are. hehe.).
peace out, bitches.
o wait- funny line: i got d-bass some cookies, and on her card, i wrote: "dearest diana, you might be a whore, but... - <3 joe -" i thought that was funny.
so this past week was pretty hectic for me. let's begin with sunday. so on sunday, i went running for half an hour, as i have been accustomed to do, and came back to the room. i noticed that my foot had a strange tingle in it, as if it needed to be popped, so i began to twist it a lot, hoping that i'd be able to pop whatever was bothering it. needless to say, i ended up really fucking up my foot.
come monday morning (my most busy day ever), the arch of my foot was inflamed such that it touched the bottom of my shoe, and was pulsating as i walked on it--in addition to the fact that the pressure made a pain analagous to a knife shooting up your leg while having your lower intenstine is eaten by an Ewok. after going to macro at 9, diff eq at 10:30, physics at 11:30, grabbing lunch, going to lab at 1:30 and walking down science fucking hill in the rain to meet up with the girls for v-day dinner at rainbow cafe in the rain...MY FOOT WAS ABOUT TO FALL OFF.
the next day, i went to work and was bitched off by my boss, particularly because i was 30 minutes late...i didn't think it would be that big of a deal, but as she began to rail on me (notice how i said "rail on" me, not "in me" as on most occasions), i pulled up the pity card and explained my foot problem. as with all middle aged women of this sort, she immediately self diagnosed my injury and told me to do this that and this and that she has the same problem and some days, she can't even walk...blah blah blah. i just listened and nodded, because, last i checked, you probably shouldn't take medical advice from a head master's assistant because A) she's a head master's assistant and B) she's a head master's assistant.
the next day, my foot still hurt, and when i went to work, she insisted that i take motrin. i explained that i had already taken advil and tylenol and she said, "no. you need to take an anti-inflammatory like motrin. motrin is an anti-inflammatory, and your foot is inflamed." two comments i would have liked to have made 1) um...advil and tylenol are also anti-inflammatories 2) YOU MUST THINK I'M REALLY EFFING STUPID NOT TO KNOW WHAT INFLAMMATION IS. in the words of N. Dynamnite, "GOD~ my lips hurt real BAD!" anyway, after putting up with her rambling, i made my way to DUH (department of undergraduate health) around 3 pm. a fat woman working at the desk says, "you can have an appt at 5:45", to which i replied "hells no, biyatch! i ain't gonna wait herr for 2 hours. i had got to go back to work and feed my babies! besides, its my foot dats hurt. i cannot be walking up and down this muthafuckin hiill unless you got me some wheelchair suh-vice." so we rescheduled for friday (which, might i add, i cancelled because i knew that, come thursday night, i'd be too damn lazy fo' dat shiet!). later that night, i went over to carlitas to watch Project Runday with x-ian. a few words on project runway: FUCK YOU WENDY PEPPER!
thursday, i had my differential equation midterm. all that needs to be said is that there were 5 bonus questions:
1) what sport do you use a niblecks, mashie and spoon?
2) what size and brand battery did morpheus hold up to neo when explaning the matrix?
3) name one tribe from SG-1.
4) what event did not happen on this day.
5) one last question that i cannot remember because my short term memory has been destroyed by...um...learning too much.
i think i did really well on the exam (go me!).
friday...well, on friday i skipped all my classes. loafed around, had some tea with Ahaves, got my hair cut at RIMAGE (pronounced "Rim-ahj" not "rim-age" as in rhyming with "image" as in having your anal orifice stimulated by a tongue), and went to stef's fucked up play (fucked up as in, the final scene included him stabbing the lead girl multiple times and him leaving with her uterus wrapped in newspaper. GOD! how disgusting is that ?? he PUTS THE UTERUS in the newspaper OR HE GETS THE HOSE AGAIN!?!?! hasn't anyone heard of saran wrap?) afterwards, i went to keith's b-day bash (ya know- to go hang out with "jhead, jasper, xander and jamie, etc.") where i met two more pieces of bonkie's hidden, troubled path.
o bianca. how things seem more clear after understanding the people and places from whence you have come!
o yea- about my haircut. i went to this chi chi salon and spa estate, after being referred by Ahaves. i had initially sworn off all haircutting places in New Haven, ever since dat bitch "Rose" (who was a fat ass white chick who wore red weave that was braided in corn rows) gave me a fucking pixie cut ala Julia Roberts as Tinkerbell. when i mentioned the likeness, she replied "well, thats what you asked for."
this new place was very nice. my hair-doer is named alicia, and she liked to say things like: "that's not cool" whenever i said something i didn't like. for example:
Me: i need to get rid of this mullet!
Her: yea- mullets are not cool.
Me: i want to avoid looking like a mushroom head.
Her: yea- mushroom heads are not cool.
Me: i don't like it when i have to plug X instead of just taking it straight.
Her: yea- plugging X is not cool.
thanks alicia for all the cool advice: you can go shave your back now.
in defense of alicia, she gave me a rocking haircut that made me want to do the whole anna-nicole trimspa commercial: "wanna hot body...? wanna look like me...? wanna win a ferrari, WANT SOME MONEY!!!" my haircut brings all the boys to the yard, and they're like, it's better than yours. damn right! hrm. one special note at rimage included seeing 2 scary gay men who have not aged naturally, due to their vanity, and insist on looking like orange leather.
in other news, the agenda for tonight's craziness includes, A) studying for macro, because i have an exam on monday B) partying since its bonky, staceramma, and co.'s birthday bash in SY K33! everyone's invited!
hrm. on that not, i'd like to give a big ol' eff you to people who don't return phone calls and don't reply to texts (you know who you are. hehe.).
peace out, bitches.
o wait- funny line: i got d-bass some cookies, and on her card, i wrote: "dearest diana, you might be a whore, but... - <3 joe -" i thought that was funny.
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