Thursday, July 31, 2003

I wonder if I misspelled 'merchandise' in the last post.

Squee!

There is something rather (disturbingly) satisfying in tearing paper into leetle bitty tiny strips.

"O Dio, vorrei morir!"

A little overdramatic, neh? But that's the best way to blackmail fathers.

It never ceases to amuse me that the italian word for father, "Babbo," means 'idiot' in Korean. ^_~


Meanwhile. Am once again desperately avoiding filling out random forms and completing the packing for my trip tomorrow.

Ye gods, I have to be in Monroe at the ungodly hour of 5:45. Actually, 5:30. Which means I have to be awake at least by 4:30.

... I really did intend to sleep tonight, but at the rate my procrastination is going, maybe i'll just go brew a fresh pot of coffee and stay up all night.

You two are going to have the pleasure of dealing with a highly caffeinated, sleep-deprived, opera singing Yun Gee. Or she may just collapse and leave Mara to deal with the mess.

Girl's State, here we come, ready or not.