Joel and I ran out of quarters in the middle of drying our laundry, so now our entire apartment is covered in clothes. Clothes hanging on chairs, clothes draped over kitchen cupboards, clothes in the closet (well, no shock there...), clothes hanging on a USB cord I duct taped across my open door...it's a bit of a mess. And really humid.
Know what I think is a funny word? Squeegee. Also pancake. And kumquat. Oh, and the Westboro Baptist Church decided to make an appearance at my University which, I must admit, I am super excited for. So excited, I might go to hell.
I watched TV from 5 p.m. till 1 a.m. tonight. Yes, I had homework. Yes, I ignored it. But I had good reason! Four episodes of Doctor Who, the House season premiere, three episodes of The Venture Brothers, and of course the quintessential Daily Show and Colbert Report. It was a totally awesome television night.
Want to know something hilarious? You have to pay $140 dollars to take the GRE. "What's so funny about that, Katie?" You must be asking yourself. Well, fair reader, ask any given academic professional what the purpose of the GRE is and you'll get about the same answer from all of them: "Oh, it's not actually that important. It's just one of those things you have to do." So in other words, the GRE is the $140 dollar bridge to Graduate school which, hour by hour, costs almost twice as much as Undergraduate. WHY DON'T YOU JUST TAKE MY KIDNEY, UNL?!
SWELL! I am SO EXCITED about spending half a paycheck on a God-forsaken test that essentially means nothing except that I know how to take fill-in-the-bubble tests. Good. Thought I'd proven that in kindergarten, first through eighth grade, all of high school, and the first half of college. And what am I tested for on the GRE? Junior high math and vocabulary. No, really. I almost cannot contain my excitement.
Goddamn universities.
Since it's past midnight, I'm putting up a new one. Can't talk now though, Colbert's on.
Happy almost 21st birthday, Joel. Better watch out, world--now that Joel and I are both legal, we're going to do exactly what we want to do: watch Everybody Loves Raymond and take a nap.
I've been sneezing incessantly for the last few days, so if anybody wants to make a donation to the Foundation of Me, Kleenexes would be appreciated. Or money, as usual, but Kleenexes now too.
A two-fer for ya's. You're welcome.
I've taken a momentary vow of silence, as I have a painful canker sore in the back of my throat which is REALLY PISSING ME OFF! So...here's an old 'toon I forgot I'd made. Joel had been nagging me for about four weeks to make a Mexican dinosaur. It was this or Einsteinosaur, so I had to choose.
I've been reading a book all about the most likely ways I'll die and what exactly it will do to me. The purpose of the book is to dispel the myriad myths surrounding death, to perhaps to the reader's mind at ease with the knowledge of just how some of these diseases work. It has only served to make me even more paranoid than I was before and slightly worried as well, as now I know I'll probably make a number of funny noises the moment I die. Great.
