because i do things in my own sweet time
i felt so dehydrated the other day that my thirst was only exceeded by my frustration at finding the office cooler all out of water. i played with the idea of going down to the coffeeshop to get something, but since i came in an hour late and was asked to work on something that had everybody chewing their nails, i didn't think seeing me go traipsing to the elevators would improve anybody's mood.
and since there weren't any able-bodied boys in the area to help a poor damsel in distress, i did what any girl in desperate need of water would do.
i hoisted a water bottle that weighed as much as i do, and replaced the empty one. i'm not going to deny that for a split second, i thought i was going to die. but before i could finish imagining the headlines sure to be generated by such an event, i finally got the thing to where it's supposed to be.
if thirst transforms me into a female hulk (although the bruce banner version still has more impressive pecs, darn it), imagine what i'm like when i'm hungry. i could actually give kids (possibly, grown people too) nightmares.
...
i know i promised that i was going to do it the weekend before last, but i got too distracted by cartoons.
so i made up for it by spending the last three nights immersing myself in everything harry potter, from the goblet of fire to the half-blood prince (i've also spent the last three days feeling like an inferi, but i guess that's not too far from my usual state because nobody at work and in school seemed to notice anything amiss).
almost six months after i broke tradition and woke up before noon on a saturday, waited in vain for a book that i had delivered to the office by mistake, spent the whole day sulking and drowning myself in doughnuts and raspberry marshmallows as if all the sugar in the world could make me feel better about my stupidity, i finally got the chance to sit down and see what my sisters have been banned from talking about since july (if i'll ever need proof that my sisters loved me, i'll just have to remember how they, innate chatterboxes that they are, managed to control themselves from giving me any spoilers. i'm still amazed at how they were able to do it, there were times when they were visibly struggling with themselves).
anyway, pretend you haven't gotten over HP VI:
- j.k. rowling, i love you, but how you described that thing called love made me laugh. furry beast that purrs? oi.
- i've always loved my weasleys and ginny didn't disappoint me. from the moment she started giving people lip in book V, i knew she was my girl.
"phlegm" - hahahaha.
- i have no idea who R.A.B. is. maybe it's sirius' brother? regulus black?
- snape could very well be harry's gollum.
- methinks j.k. rowling's going to extend the series. unless she's planning on a very lengthy book VII. i can't help but feel that she laid grounds for three more books, at least.
- hermione, at her most condescending, reminds me of somebody i know.
...
changing water bottles and a book that the whole world has read half a year ago?
i think i've sunk into an all-time low.
and since there weren't any able-bodied boys in the area to help a poor damsel in distress, i did what any girl in desperate need of water would do.
i hoisted a water bottle that weighed as much as i do, and replaced the empty one. i'm not going to deny that for a split second, i thought i was going to die. but before i could finish imagining the headlines sure to be generated by such an event, i finally got the thing to where it's supposed to be.
if thirst transforms me into a female hulk (although the bruce banner version still has more impressive pecs, darn it), imagine what i'm like when i'm hungry. i could actually give kids (possibly, grown people too) nightmares.
...
i know i promised that i was going to do it the weekend before last, but i got too distracted by cartoons.
so i made up for it by spending the last three nights immersing myself in everything harry potter, from the goblet of fire to the half-blood prince (i've also spent the last three days feeling like an inferi, but i guess that's not too far from my usual state because nobody at work and in school seemed to notice anything amiss).
almost six months after i broke tradition and woke up before noon on a saturday, waited in vain for a book that i had delivered to the office by mistake, spent the whole day sulking and drowning myself in doughnuts and raspberry marshmallows as if all the sugar in the world could make me feel better about my stupidity, i finally got the chance to sit down and see what my sisters have been banned from talking about since july (if i'll ever need proof that my sisters loved me, i'll just have to remember how they, innate chatterboxes that they are, managed to control themselves from giving me any spoilers. i'm still amazed at how they were able to do it, there were times when they were visibly struggling with themselves).
anyway, pretend you haven't gotten over HP VI:
- j.k. rowling, i love you, but how you described that thing called love made me laugh. furry beast that purrs? oi.
- i've always loved my weasleys and ginny didn't disappoint me. from the moment she started giving people lip in book V, i knew she was my girl.
"phlegm" - hahahaha.
- i have no idea who R.A.B. is. maybe it's sirius' brother? regulus black?
- snape could very well be harry's gollum.
- methinks j.k. rowling's going to extend the series. unless she's planning on a very lengthy book VII. i can't help but feel that she laid grounds for three more books, at least.
- hermione, at her most condescending, reminds me of somebody i know.
...
changing water bottles and a book that the whole world has read half a year ago?
i think i've sunk into an all-time low.
