*crashes*

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Uggghhh... What's that noise? Oh, a leafblower. If only I had an assault rifle...

*thunk*

*lies around in a semi-coma for a bit*

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

*gets up*

And if that wasn't bad enough, now that I was thoroughly pissed off, the PHONE RINGS. Mom wants to go shopping to blow off my meal card money. Oh, hell, I forgot about that. Yeah mom, sure. When ya gonna be up here? 2 hours? Ok. So much for sleep. Oh, and let's not forget that the last sustenance of any kind that I had was a cherry coke at 4am (side note: Some girl came down for pop while I was down there... Nice to know I'm not alone, eh?). Well, now what? 2 hours to kill. I know, I'll pack and get ready to go home tomorrow. *digburrowrummagetossthrowackwhoacrunchcrunchpack* After almost being eaten by the paper monster living on my desk, I got everything sorted out on my bed. Books to go home? Huge pile. D&D stuff? 2 huge piles. Stuff to stay? Little dinky pile. Trash? Half the room. Just as I was getting a handle on things, my alarm goes off. Time to go down and meet mom. Grab walkman, head down. Only to wait for 15 minutes in the freezing cold. In a rather thin flannel. Exhausted. Finally mom pulls up, and we go over to the little campus store thing to blow off meal card money (because OSU in it's vileness doesn't rollover meal card money to the next term, and just eats it instead. They can't possibly lose.) Unfortunately, this is the middle of finals week, so the whole damn campus had already been there. So I wiped out the ginger snaps section (3 boxes), the cheerios (2 boxes), dots (3 boxes), and licorice (5 boxes). I STILL had money after that, so I got 2 bags of exorbitantly priced jerky. Whew. Then the bag breaks on the way out of the store. Whee. Next plan: Go to lunch.

Mom: What sounds good?

Me: I don't care. Pick something.

Mom: No, tell me somewhere.

Me: I don't care. I'm tired. How about, um, Chinese.

Mom: But there's nowhere for the leftovers (they're leaving on a trip).

Me: Um, I dunno. McDonalds is good.

Mom: Let's get Chinese.

So we go to the Chinese place. I order soup, and discover that the spoon has this red crap stuck to it from some previous meal. Gross. Switch spoons, eat a small bowl of what amounts to 2 wontons in a bit of barely flavored water. Well, the Mongolian beef will be better. And it was. Except my plate had some crap or another stuck to it, so I had to ask for a new one. My appetite by now was minimal, as you can guess.

THEN we got to go fight with my bank for an hour or so about an overdraft charge. Oh, the funness. Now I'm back, and I'd LOVE to go to sleep, but remember those huge piles all over my bed? They didn't move themselves while I was gone. *sigh*