Sigh Sigh Sigh

Hungry like a bitch.

I'm sitting in the school library, level 7 as always (let's admit it, I practically live here), typing my article and freezing my everywhere off. It's so cold, but I don't have a jacket. When do I have a jacket with me, anyway? :/ 

Anyway, that's not the point. I'm so hungry that I stopped feeling hungry. That was about an hour ago. Half an hour before that my stomach was happily imitating a dying whale and scaring other people away. I kid you not, two ladies who were sitting near me actually got up and left. I have no idea if it's because of my stomach though. Anyway, an hour later, which is now, I'm hungry again. Starving in fact. And my stomach is about 5 minutes away from showing off its ability to sound like a dying whale again.

I'd wanted to head to Cheers and grab something to eat. Something. Anything, as long as it was food. But I was alone in the library, so I couldn't leave my stuff alone, and I sure as hell didn't wanna have to shut everything down, eat, and then set everything up again. How troublesome. 

So I was rushing the article (interview, transcription and article submission all by TODAY. Holy mother of kami.) and freezing my hands off, and not knowing what to type or how I should phrase this or that because I hadn't written anything in like 6 months, and by kami I was so rusty it was a wonder that my arms didn't like fall right off or something, and I was hating whatever I wrote because the more I read it, the more I didn't like it. It felt like a bad, rushed job.

I've just submitted the article to Juliana (Yo, editor. *salutes and dodges to avoid getting whacked by Juliana again*) and so now I'm waiting for her to read it and give me a comment, advice, anything. Hopefully food too, lol. Nah, I'm just kidding. I'll head home to find something to eat.

Some Tenimyu awesomeness to be random! :D


And something that the PseudoXinema gang spammed me with today.

UNAACCCPEETTABLEEEEE!!!!

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