5:46pm:  I just have to say.. That I like this webcomic.  I used to read it a lot, but I stopped.  And now I've rediscovered it and present it to all of y'all!

http://www.homeonthestrange.com/view.php?ID=1

1:17pm: A new song that I am adorin'. Josh Turner!

10:18pm: Can't breathe through my nose, much less really talk more than a grumble.  Swallowing hurts now, because it feels like the damn pill is stick in my throat, though I know it shouldn't be.

Still coughing.

COLD, GO AWAY.

Bruised foot is slightly better.  Judo was tolerable, though my hair kept falling down.  I need to get that cut, perhaps.  But over all, the foot didn't hinder the judo.

Now, sleep before I pass out.

1:59pm: I will  just say?  That being sick blows chunks.

I can't breathe, I'm disrupting classes with coughing, and my sinuses are killing me.  Can barely even talk as it is.  And sleep?  What means this!  Keep waking up every few hours to cough!  And i have yet another class to go to tonight!

Make it go awaaaay.

5:28pm: I have been bad and stole a meme from daltontrix.  :D

Go to Wikipedia's main page.

Click on Random Article. This is the name of your band. Click on it again. This is the name of your album.

Finally, click 15 more times. This is the track list for the album.

Band: ImprovBoston 

Album: DeKalb Township, DeKalb County, Illinois 

Tracks: 

1. Mario Gallo
2. WalterCon
3. People Can Fly
4. KWFM
5. Sasha Mitchell
6. Love You Forever
7. Golden Oriole
8. Dave Krynzel
9. Pretend You're Alive
9. Fushigi no Dungeon: Furai no Siren 2: Oni Shurai! Siren-jo!
10. Middlefield Township, Buchanan County, Iowa
11. Maafaru (Noonu Atoll)
12. Studio 5-B
13. Ryder
14. Orator
15. Army of India Medal

What you get if you play it backwards: Live at the Basement (The Angels album)

7:52pm: So glad it's the weekend. That is all.

Oh. And. Have a userpic, finally. Gotta love it.

11:28am: Blah.
I hate anything related to math. I really do. Ag Stats is kicking my ass. I'm about ready to start busting heads in a minute.

No, no. That's a lie. Well, not really, but partly. I'm mostly dog tired. Most sleep I've gotten is about.. well, not enough, compared to what I'm used to getting.

Even on the days that I don't have a class at frickin' eight o'clock in the morning, I keep waking up at seven anyway. Very annoying.

Anyway. I'm going home for fall break, after my last class today. I am so fricking happy! Five or so days without looking at any of my teachers' ugly mugs. Maybe I'll even get to sleep past ten. Not likely.

Every time I go home, I'm instantaneously elected to accompany people shopping. It is *cue angels singing* the best thing that people could do, according to my madre, or something like that. Hate it.

Yes, revoke my girl license. I am a country mouse, not a city mouse.

10:12am: Okay, I don't usually talk about anything really remotely serious on here, so this might be a small change of pace.

I was talking with a friend of mine - frantic about what she's wearing to her date tonight - and we got on the topic of hose and open toed-sandal heels and what was acceptable, though thankfully she's not doing that.

But, as I was saying, has anyone got any thoughts on the matter? Are hose and open-toed/sandal type high heels acceptable? If so, when? Do they look good? Are they hideous? Fashion don't?

Guys, this means you too. But keep it clean, would ya?

Edited: To clarify.

12:17pm: Woof.

Who makes people go pit-diving for prawns when it's so damn hot. Don't they know that the cold of the water and the hot of the day can and will shock your system severely?

And it's not good for the prawns either, I'm sure.

11:18pm:

My wolf is Livana Lowell.
Take The Werewolf Name Generator today!
Created with Rum and Monkey's Name Generator Generator.

1:33pm: Just got compared to Tickle Me Elmo on crack.

Erm.

Wtf.

2:24pm: So tired. Need sleep. Not happening.

Hate having to chose between sleep and studying.

9:52am: I kindof want to buy a costume for Halloween, though I don't really have a reason to. I haven't done anything for it since.. well, for ages. I think the last time was when I was ten. Or before that. Nine. ..Unless we were talking about that one fateful costume party, then it was fifteen. But no more after that.

Tigerwoman? Deathly fairy? Lady pirate? Something like this? Hmm. Ideas, Ideas!

12:36pm: Stolen from Jitka.

1. Do you have a tattoo?
2. How old are you?
3. Are you single or taken?
4. Fish?
5. Do you dream in colour?
6. Ever seen a corpse?
7. Hipsters or Hillbillies?
8. How did we meet?
9. What's your philosophy on life and death?
10. If you could do anything with me, and have no one know, what would it be?
11. Do you trust the police?
12. Do you like musicals?
13. What is your fondest memory of me?
14. If you could change anything about yourself what would it be?
15. Would you cheat ?
16. What are you wearing?
17. Have you ever peed in a pool?
18. Would you hide evidence for me if I asked you to?
19. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together?
20. Which do you prefer - short or long hair?
21. What's your favorite day of the week?
22. What's your favorite color?
23. If you could bring back anyone that has passed, who would it be?
24. Tell me one interesting/odd fact about you?
25. What was your first impression of me?
26. Have you ever done drugs?
27. Will you post this so I can fill it out for you?

9:51am: I need a user picture. Any suggestions?

Putting off my memoir draft. Again. Due in T minus five hours and.. eight minutes. Or something.

7:23am: Mm. Feel good. Sleepy, granted there was only a few hours of sleep there, bu I love it. But what the freakin' hell is up with my shoulder? It's been tense and slightly achy for about a week, enough that it doesn't feel food to even tip my head too far or too fast that way, or shift my shoulder around. Damn, damn. I need to destress. Or get a chiropractor. But hell, it hurts!

I don't want to be sore all week all over again. This is not the good sore!

10:52pm: ( Just a fic. A step out of time, no particular character, no particular storyline. It's long, though, as I was insired by my English teacher's suggestion of free-writing. Comment or not. Read on or skip. I don't mind. )

4:30pm:

Wood type: holly Length: 11½ inches Core: Unicorn Hair get your own wand!

9:05pm:

You scored as Judge, You are a Judge Empath, one who is a "truthsayer". You can tell truth from lies, good from evil. You do not tolerate wrong doing. You are a defender of the good and the innocent. You are kind and merciful but do not play foolish games. (from "The Book of Storms" by Jad Alexander at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Empaths/) </td> Judge 95% Precog 90% Universal 75% Fallen Angel 75% Artist 75% Traveler 70% Shaman 70% Healer 60% What Kind of Empath Are You? created with QuizFarm.com

I needed to write. It's nothing much or anything good. Probably doesn't even make sense to anyone but me. Just move along. Have some comments, post away. ( Just some scribblings. )

11:53pm:

Link: The Which Ancient Language Are You Test written by imipak on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test

10:36pm: I love Ghost Hunters, I do. But that, and creepy movies all day, and a feeling of being watched in the dark make for a very unreasonably jumpy and not having-fun Jaz.

12:02am:
Find my LJ Mojo!

11:36am: And now, for something completely different.

Hey, Mickey,
You're so fine.
You're so fine you blow my mind!
Hey, Mickey!

I'm so random lately. And Cammy-Jess, thanks for the mental image of Jaz as Clint Eastwood. I know have an urge to desc up Jaz a la whatever the movie is where he's stepping off the wood sidewalk into the dirt road in the middle of town, in the pauncho and cowboy hat. Lawman-style, since I can't say what it is.

Rowr.

11:16am: What does one say when one's roommate has foing her clothes stolen out of the dryer that the dirl left unattended?

Yep, my roommate.

Kept me up past 2:30 AM Monday morning. When I had to get up at 6:30 for class. Mrr.

And.. is it bad that I cracked up as soon as she said it? She's this skinny, toothpick thing, and all i can think about are the big black girls trying to squeeze into her super XXXXXXS clothes ( yes, I exaggerate ) and trying to pass it off as their own.

Mwahaha.

I'm so bad.

God, I need sleep. Back to your normal insanity.

7:56pm: What the freakin' hell.

http://www.uberreview.com/2007/03/geek-couture-the-ultimate-geek-clothing-collection.htm/