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Today I heard my sister speak the following question to our grandmother: "Give me your cup so that I may give you ice."
That's conversationally unusual, isn't it? I mean, I realize I use odd constructions like that in speech all the time (I have, in fact, on several occasions been told I sound like a Vulcan and/or robot, and I once used the word "aforementioned" in a text). Still, hearing my sister talk like that just kind of impressed on me how weirdly stilted it sounds.
Turned in my essay on Lovecraft today (so glad that's over with), and after it's graded I'll probably wind up posting it for anyone interested in reading six pages about nihilism, monomyth, and internet memery. So probably some time after Sunday.
Today was better than yesterday. My socks rubbed the skin raw on one of my toes, but it was mostly because I was hauling ass. Why? Because I finally got around to putting the Oomph! songs I downloaded onto my ipod, along with a few others I haven't listened to in a while (Monster Magnet? Rob Zombie? Hell yes.). So, yeah, I was rockin' out and fucked up my feet on the way to class this morning. Didn't notice until I was on my way back home.
I wound up having to take my shoe off for a while and let my sock dry so that it wouldn't hurt quite so much. The result of this is the image for which I have to apologize to any and all users of Sacramento's Regional Transit system who may have been on the train or bus with me today. Namely, that of the plump, flushed white chick wearing only one shoe and singing in German under her breath with her headphones on.
I'm not going in to Image Manipulation on Thursday. I'm getting an A in English and probably a B or greater in Algebra. Right now I have an A in Image Manip. and so if I just don't show up, I might still pass the class. But I'm just kind of running out of fucks to give. So I'm deciding that today is my last day of the quarter, and I'll have three weeks to refill my tank for future fuck giving.
Oh, and anyone interested in the continuing ridiculousness of our plumbing woes: the water in the kitchen is turned back on, though there was (at last I saw) a hose hooked up to the leaking dishwasher, directing the flow of water out through the garage and into the gutter. I think the plan is just to remove the dishwasher at this point. Oh, and my sister's boyfriend, Josh, managed to electrocute himself on the thing. Which...I'm not going to say is funny.
I'm not going to say it.
