It’s been a long day. Things just kept on going wrong today. And seriously, the best way I could possibly end the day is with the Boy indulging me in a completely dirty and inappropriate conversation. He’s still at work, so it’s all over texts right now but it’s been going on since… 9:17pm. And while it may not be everyone’s cup of tea, it’s still okay if I can’t have the real thing. Granted I’m distracting him while he’s at work, but he’s not complaining so… It’s all good. He’s such a sweetheart, talking dirty to me.

I swear, today I said like.. maybe 50 or so words. And phrases like “thank you”, “excuse me” and “you’re welcome” are included with that. So I started eating candy. While studying. While being depressed and eating candy and studying. All at the same time. I’m such an awesome multi-tasker sometimes.

M: I didn’t really speak much today at all. And I just miss interaction with people beyond msn, blogs and txting.
C: Wow… I’m kinda shocked…
M: About which part?
C: That you’re tired of technology…
M: Not tired of technology, tired of only communicating with people through written word rather than verbal communication.
C: I see… So what do you want for your birthday?
M: World peace… My own island… A pony…
C: eBay’s fresh out of world peace. Anything else?
M: A jackpot-winning lotto ticket?

If your birthday was tomorrow, what kind of presents would you want?
Personally, I’m hoping to get an indigo hippopotamus with white and lavender spots. Or a medical dictionary. Or a Harvard University Medical Degree, with my name on it. Or the keys to a Mini Cooper. Realistically I’m hoping for chocolate, handcuffs and headbands. (I was joking, you don’t need to get your panties in a twist. Of course, I didn’t say which part I was joking about so… Draw your own conclusions!)

Or rather, I was a productive as one can ever possibly be for a Monday. Today I: woke up, rushed out the door, went on the bus, went on the train, went onto another train, braved the rain to get to English, sat through class, went to the building where my psych lecture is, got my shoes incredibly muddy, chatted with people, sat through class, learned nothing new (learned it already in bio class), couldn’t find the room for the write-in, wrote almost 2,000 words, attended bio class, didn’t fall asleep in bio class (yay!), went on the bus, went on the train, went onto another bus, reread parts of Great Expectations, got home, texted the boyfriend a few times, ate a croissant, worked on some family studies questions, took a very short (only about 30 minutes long) nap, woke up, got dinner started, watched General Hospital (I fast forward the boring parts, only watched about 15 minutes total today), had dinner, worked on more family studies questions, ate a cookie, washed dishes, finished the family studies questions (yay!), printed off the family studies chapter 11 questions (for tomorrow, not today), texted the boy some more, did psych notes for today, yawned, wrote this blog entry.

Now I’m about to go and study for my quiz tomorrow morning on joints in the body. Hmmm, joints… Then I’ll be off to sleep (!!!).

@ Georgina: My phone -steals back- I sent him an email.

And he read it (he woke up early today, I was pleased) and then he texted me to be like “So, what’s that email in my inbox about?”. And proceeded to allude to the fact that he had read the email but he refused to confirm. And then he did. And then we started talking about what we wanted to do this weekend (he has no clue, I want to see Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist since Twilight doesn’t come out until November 21st). And then, of course, becaues we’re both just super predictable, somehow sex got back into the conversation and lah de dah… Just too much. I was learning about how six-to-twelve year olds like having BFFs because it makes them feel “important” and “like everyone else”.

Mind, please evict the gutter soon.

Anyways, anyone have awesome date ideas? Please shoot them my way!

So last night, I fell asleep at around midnight. Which is all awesome because I haven’t gone to sleep prior to midnight in a while (well, the last time I did, I was woken up by a text from Clay and I ended up complaining about it to him, but I wasn’t too annoyed). However, sleep deprived Michelle should not be allowed possession of her cell phone when she’s sleep deprived and going to be sending sleep deprived text messages. You know why? Because when I’m sleep deprived and in possession of my cell phone and I send sleep deprived text messages, I end up sending text messages that (when I read them in the morning) it sounds like I’m propositioning the boyfriend for sex. Of course I fell asleep sometime after this possibly-propositioning-for-sex text message so… Gah. I shall go and write an email to clarify what I meant. Hopefully I won’t make it sound worse in my only slighty sleep deprived state.

Hope you’re all having a happy Thursday!