Don't take offence at my innuendo*

[bending_sickle]

I hereby declare that if I don't make a doctor's appointment tomorrow, y'all have my express permission to punch me inna face. Gods know if I still have a yeast infection because omfg there's swelling of things which should not swell, not even in Happy Fun Times. The bits are not happy!

The swelling's so broad I swear I even have some sort of paunch. Is my uterus all bloated like a fucking dirigible or what?!? I don't know if it aches, because of my brilliant "Let's do exercise!" plan leading to "Oh, hi muscles! Please shut up now." However, protruberance!

Also, my kidneys are making themselves known too much. Maybe the swelling's totally fucking up the kidney-pipes.


Here endeth the TMIeth.

In other news, yesterday I read the second case analysis (Zenith Electronics's 1989 "What do we do about these impending HDTVs, yo?"**) It was just like old times back in Bacherlor-era, with my listening to ol' techno. Granted, that then evolved to Radiohead's "Scotch Mist" film, Indian music (Bunny Lava!, May He Poop?, Raja Hasan - Piya Haji Ali!), then Arabic (Habibi Ya Noor-El Ain!), then a Last of the Mohicans scene and finally a good troll through the Gary Oldman results page (e.g. The Scarlett Letter Fanvid, Part 1 of 3).

Today my group and I wrote up our report of the case analysis and then, after lunch***, discussed it with half of our class. (Two classmates get to shut up per discussion and grade us on our participation.) The discussion was fun (seriously!) and I managed to speak up thrice. It was a both frustrating and funny that one girl would just not shut up, making really long points, and stealing points (saying them before anyone else got a chance). Still, it was all good fun.

Then I went and sat in the sun for 45 minutes (omg! free time!) and tried to draw better versions of the chibi TDK characters. Then off to the gym, then racing back home to get shit I forgot for the gym and racing back to the gym in under half an hour to arrive breathless at the "Pilates and small ball" class, followed by some cardio with Neil Gaiman reading Shoggoth's Old Peculiar**** as accompaniment. Then, two seconds after leaving the gym, just as I was getting on my bike, the sky decided to drop the whole North Sea on me all the way home. Yays for about 5 minutes, then it was all, "Omfg, I can't see. Oh gods, my shoes are swimming pools. Gah! Everything's clinging to me in wet, cold and non-sexy ways!"


Links of the Day:
Matt Damon rips into Sarah Palin - He's frickin' terrified of the posibilities.
Barack Obama on Letterman's Show
torontophoto's Zomg look at that storm! photo set.
Indian girl commits suicide over doomsday predictions about Large hadron Collider


* "Innuendo", Queen
** Whatever they did, they failed utterly. Can you say, "Hello bankruptcy?" and welcome your new overlords?
*** Where there was much innuendo using business terms (it's easier than you think!) and sex talk. This between 2 guys and 2 girls. One was jokingly mean to me, saying I was getting old and had to adapt my boy-huntin' strategies.
**** I've probably listened to this over 20 times. Hell, more. I could probably recite the whole story. I can lip-synch to most of it. It's my "Let's calm Sickle the fuck down" track.

Comments

[lienne.livejournal.com]

Everything's clinging to me in wet, cold and non-sexy ways!

I demand photographic proof of the non-sexiness. Otherwise you'll just have to put up with me visualizing you taking part in a wet T-shirt contest. >_>

[bending-sickle.livejournal.com]

:P A jacket and jeans don't show much... The "I'm going to rip the universe a new one" look on my face may've been a large factor of the non-sexy (unless you're into that sort of thing).

♥!

[lienne.livejournal.com]

♥

I don't know, wrath can be pretty hot!

[bending-sickle.livejournal.com]

Rawr! Grr! Arg!

...nope, not feelin' the sexy :(

[lienne.livejournal.com]

Dang. D:

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