*falls over laughing*

From last semester's Miss Congeniality Montpellier (I'm calling her that because I think she's adorable.):
"You are, decidedly, my lesbian mirror twin."

Plan for today. Breakfast, shower, dishes, bed, grammar, haircut, photocopies, bank, cell phone minutes, a call to my grandmother and a VIP call.
Yay VIP calls.*

"Somehow, a door has closed behind me, and now you can find me someplace I've never been."
"[. . .] I've got to let it go, and bring about tomorrow with just a silent prayer for yesterday."

*Think you're the VIP? Comment here. You probably aren't, but I'll add you to the list.

*sad panda*

I was on the last cup of Earl Grey tea, and I somehow added salt instead of sugar.
I am a sad panda.
*pouts*
And obviously the fact that I could make that mistake attests to my need for caffiene.

Why sidewalks should not be made of marble

So that Jicas will not have unhealthy desires to kick off their shoes and walk barefoot down the city streets.

Other news, everything not involving grammar homework or my hair has been accomplished. . .VIP call in a little bit.
Grammar homework will be done tonight before sleep.
Hair will be cut tomorrow between phonetics and grammar. Was not cut today because the cheap place is closed on Mondays, go fig. Cut will be a sorta-mohawked thing. Ish. And then I'm dyeing it green. Eventually. Like, Wednesday.
Also on tomorrow's list, translation homework.
I bought a not-purse today. As in, a small bag. 'Cause the CBGB's bag is self-destructing. It's smaller than that, though.

Brain. Dead. It's too nice out to be inside, but I have to do this work. . .*pout*
VIP like a reprieve. . .