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How much do you lurve me? Just asking. And since you love them so much, I present on behalf of my shattered psyche, a list:
1) Is it possible to have knowledge overload? Because I think I might. Someone said predicament today and I giggled...you know, thinking they meant something that so is not what that word means.
2) Got approximately one hour of sleep last night. I'm not sure whether it's the 3 cups of coffee and four glasses of iced tea I drank before bed, or if maybe I'm just nervous about finals. Either way, t'wasn't fun. hee - that looks funny, "t'wasn't" (see number 1)
3) I? Am getting sick. I can feel it coming. Which means that I get to personally dismember Grace because I told her not to breath her sickness on me, which she did anyway. So yay for dismemberment.
4) Had a total diva moment today. It involved pointy shoes and someone's head - no more needs to be said; at least that's what my attorney tells me.
5) That $150 library video that's being fined to me? The new librarian, henceforth nown as Linus the Grownup Clone, or LGC for short, is an idiot. He lost it. What's more, he claims there's no way to track books. Hrmm...isn't that what that red light scanny thing does? Cuz if not, that's a highly sophisticated piece of playschool technology. LGC shall one day kick the bucket as, in turn, I shall kick him. In his eyeball. With a pointy shoe. That has poodle poo on it. Woops, sorry counselor (see number 4).
6) Augustana College can eat me. They started it.
7) I was voted sexiest office boi at work today. Nevermind that the vote consisted of yours truly and one stuffed bunny. Thumper, as he's better known, got frisky. Fortunately, Flower stepped in and the two of them scampered off to play in the thicket. *ahem* (again, see number 1)
8) One of our dogs at home fell off a hill and got stuck in some mud. Mind you, he didn't fall off a cliff or anything. Witnesses report that he peered over the dirt side of the ravine, and apparently he was top-heavy because poor little Moscar, who shall henceforth be called Mudball, toppled over with a yelp and a cartwheel.
9) 57 days until I turn 21. I'm excited, aren't you?
10) Um...poo?
In conclusion, I feel like crap. I have a few hours left of studying ahead of me, followed by multiple exams (no, not orgasms, exams) tomorrow. I want a lolly, a bottle of Skyy, and some S/X goodness. *puppy eyes* Anyone, anyone? Schmoopy spander? Anyone, anyone? Beuller?
(see number 1)
1) Is it possible to have knowledge overload? Because I think I might. Someone said predicament today and I giggled...you know, thinking they meant something that so is not what that word means.
2) Got approximately one hour of sleep last night. I'm not sure whether it's the 3 cups of coffee and four glasses of iced tea I drank before bed, or if maybe I'm just nervous about finals. Either way, t'wasn't fun. hee - that looks funny, "t'wasn't" (see number 1)
3) I? Am getting sick. I can feel it coming. Which means that I get to personally dismember Grace because I told her not to breath her sickness on me, which she did anyway. So yay for dismemberment.
4) Had a total diva moment today. It involved pointy shoes and someone's head - no more needs to be said; at least that's what my attorney tells me.
5) That $150 library video that's being fined to me? The new librarian, henceforth nown as Linus the Grownup Clone, or LGC for short, is an idiot. He lost it. What's more, he claims there's no way to track books. Hrmm...isn't that what that red light scanny thing does? Cuz if not, that's a highly sophisticated piece of playschool technology. LGC shall one day kick the bucket as, in turn, I shall kick him. In his eyeball. With a pointy shoe. That has poodle poo on it. Woops, sorry counselor (see number 4).
6) Augustana College can eat me. They started it.
7) I was voted sexiest office boi at work today. Nevermind that the vote consisted of yours truly and one stuffed bunny. Thumper, as he's better known, got frisky. Fortunately, Flower stepped in and the two of them scampered off to play in the thicket. *ahem* (again, see number 1)
8) One of our dogs at home fell off a hill and got stuck in some mud. Mind you, he didn't fall off a cliff or anything. Witnesses report that he peered over the dirt side of the ravine, and apparently he was top-heavy because poor little Moscar, who shall henceforth be called Mudball, toppled over with a yelp and a cartwheel.
9) 57 days until I turn 21. I'm excited, aren't you?
10) Um...poo?
In conclusion, I feel like crap. I have a few hours left of studying ahead of me, followed by multiple exams (no, not orgasms, exams) tomorrow. I want a lolly, a bottle of Skyy, and some S/X goodness. *puppy eyes* Anyone, anyone? Schmoopy spander? Anyone, anyone? Beuller?
(see number 1)
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The heavy drapes had fallen off the window, but no matter- the sun wouldn't pierce the southwest-facing window until the approach of sunset. The moon shone through the uncovered window, bathing the two bodies on the bed in her soft glow. They were a study in contrasts, the entwined figures, polar opposites, each other's negative. Even their lives were antithetical, with both men guilty of killing the other's kind, in the past and in the future. But their physical opposition was never more apparent than when they lay together. Silky raven waves fell across gel-stiffened platinum spikes as the taller, broader man cradled the shorter, slenderer man to his chest. A golden bronze muscled chest heaved gently against a pale chest containing lungs that had been silent for over a century. Strong, thick, work-roughened fingers were intertwined with soft, almost delicate pale hands. Had their eyes been open, one would see more contrast: dark mahogany gazing into deep indigo.
Yet in their eyes also lay their only similarity: love. Love shining in their own eyes and reflected back by their partner. Even to outsiders, the look was unmistakable. Cries in protestation of their relationship from well-meaning friends and family had slammed to a halt at a brief glimpse of the look they shared.
It wasn't easy by any stretch of the imagination, not any of it. Their waking hours were often overflowing with conflict and strife. But the daily struggles of two contrasting existences bound only by affection were all worth it. Worth it if only for quiet moments like this, wrapped in each other, needing nothing more than to be together, each man resting peacefully in the knowledge that he would wake up to his lover's face. And he would see that heart-stopping (or heart-starting as the case may be) reflection of love in his soulmate's eyes. Well, as long as Spike got up before sunset, anyway.
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Thank you, phantom slasher *g*
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Well, if you're talking about what I think you're talking about...that scans the barcode. All it does is the same thing that typing in the barcode does, only faster. Now, that should tell that you returned the video, but if he lost it before discharging it, then as far as the computer is concerned, it was never turned in. However, if he's not denying that you lost it, someone can (unless they've done something different with the system) discharge it from the list of stuff you have checked out. From there it's all on them.
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As a side note, I kid you not - EXACTLY like Linus in every concievable way. Hair, speech impediment, EVERYTHING. It's especially eerie because today when I went in, they were both working. I thought I was in some wierd Linus Clone AU.
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As if one Linus wasn't bad enough. *shakes head*
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He asked me what the title of the movie was, and I couldn't remember. I asked him - "can't you look it up on your computer?"
"Well no, I don't think so"
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I guess it just seems dumb to me that we can track a sattalite orbiting a planet millions of miles away...but DePaul can't devise a system to track a stupid video.
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Vicious cycle, I'm telling ya.
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*pets you*
I think this is the appropriate time to finally ask, once and for all, what the fuh-huck does schmoopy mean?
:)
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Oh, schmoopy? S'like romance and cuddles and tenderness. Not pr0n, not angst, certainly not Spandrew (although...). S'like the talking/cuddling sappy stuff right after making lurve. Er, so I'm told.
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So, schmangsty would be anst with a helping of the schmoop?
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Methinks schmangst would be making lurve, having the schmoop, and then one of the guys uncovering a terrible secret...like...DAMN YOU! Now there's another bunny hopping around.
*taps foot and glares at you*
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someday, most of those bunnies will be written (btw, this is not a legally binding contract).
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To all teh funny ones and awww! to all the sad ones!
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