Here are my besties forever (minus one), all in our matching uni’s and first place medals! We worked hard and we won our main event at our very first regatta, beating the next closest boat by nearly 4 minutes on a 5km course. That was my weekend in a nutshell: complete awesomeness plus a lot of hours in a charter bus.
Despite the fact that my torso is longer than two seats in that darn bus, I still managed to curl up, legs sprawled all over the wall and my chin tucked down into my pillow, and get some much needed shut eye. Homework? That waited until today when I actually felt motivated… lie.
I was not motivated in the least bit to get anything done today. My weekend needed to be extended. Is it wrong to pray for some kind of natural disaster to hit campus and close down school for just one day? Well, eventually I buckled down and managed to finish some stuff, but my to-do list is still a mile long this week. We’re just going to play things by ear, hoping my time management skills make an appearance.
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Charlie is quite rude, just like that apple.
It is VERY important that you all know about Charles. You see, he has been trying to kill me for about 1.5 months now. (I told you: important!) It’s time to annihilate him! But I’m having some trouble.
We’ve tried three times to wipe him out, spill his guts, and shoot ‘im to pieces. THREE TIMES!!! And 3 times we’ve failed. All is not lost I keep telling myself, a new battle plan is all that’s needed. Hopefully Charles and I will eventually separate… eventually.
Really, I’m just tired of him hanging around all the time, cramping my style. Super bugs from the Devil tend to do that you know. What? You haven’t figured it out yet? Mr. Chuck is my killer sinus infection. He used to be a lot more but, we’ve made him lose some weight. We said “Charles, you gotta cut back. You’ve gotten out of hand!”
Anyways. Charlie. Dear old Charlie. He’s like poetry: completely unnecesary yet he still exists just to torture poor little college students like me for some crazy reason.
Since working on my english paper doesn’t exactly sound like something I’d like to do right now, I’m wasting time I don’t have surfing the net. That’s when I came upon this:
You know, it’s a funny story how I came to click on this link. Way back in the summer of 2009 I was a cannibal. Not fo’ reals. Just your run of the mill, everyday, summer camp cannibal. It all started with a simple statement to my fellow counselors regarding a book I was reading about the 1970’s Ande’s plane crash survivors and then it turned into campers thanking me at the end of their weeks for me not eating them (see top left corner… and yes my camp name was Sweet D)
Since camp counselors lie to their kids, it was fun to tell them that the 6’3″ girl over there that lifts weights an ungodly number of times during the week likes to eat kids- but only if they’re causing trouble.
Anyways. I can feed 23 cannibals. How about you?
That Tall Girl 