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NOOKITT #7- 5/16/05- School:

Hello, public. Yes, yes, I am aware that it's taken me a little less than a full school year to update, but you all still love and adore me, regardless. Also, I'll try to put my thoughts into some semblance of order, since this will probably end up being extremely long. And by "some semblance of order," I mean that I'll separate my thoughts by paragraph-like structures. Just so you know, dear reader, my thoughts and ramblings will not be in any sort of linear order....my mind jumps around so much that it confuses even me.

OK! So, in the very beginning of the fall semester, I fell down the stairs. This is what happened: It was a Friday night, and I was home for the weekend. I had just gotten done heating up taco fixin's, and was carrying that, a drink, and a box of cookies down to my room. I took the first eight steps without incident, but on the ninth, my ankle twisted and I fell forward. Instead of letting go of what I was carrying and attempt to catch myself, I clutched it all closer to to my body. The metal hand rail in my house sorta curls under itself, and my elbow smacked into it. All that I had in my hands fell to the floor three steps below. As I was thinking "Oh, shit, my elbow!" I went down onto my knees. Well, no, I didn't "go down onto" my knees, I ker-plunked onto them. Ok, so then I was thinking "Oh, shit, my legs!," but it wasn't over yet. I continued to fall, and before I knew it, I was laying on top of all my hot taco stuff. My mom came running, shouting "What the hell happened?!" but I was just laying there in a daze. THEN she said, "Oh, crap, your head! Your head!! Are you all right?!" And I was all like, "Huh? My head?" and then blood started dripping into my eyes. It turns out that I had smacked my head on the wall at the bottom of the stairs, and was not only bleeding more than I was comfortable with, but I had also left a major dent in the wall. It was about that time that I started crying. I couldn't stand without help because I seriously hurt my leg, my elbow and head were still bleeding, and I was covered in taco goop and soda. I'm ok, now. I had developed a hematoma on my one leg, which is kinda like a giant hard blood bubble thing under the skin. I can no longer feel the skin in the area that the hematoma developed. I don't know if I'm spelling that right. ANYway, so I got some scars, but I also got a painful, sad, and sorta funny story out of it, too. Also, the box of cookies was not squashed when I fell, and I ate them as I cried.
(Michelle: She called me right after this incident and scared me to death, because all she would do is cry. I thought someone had died.)

The universal "they" stopped making Paxil CR. I know you weep, for I do as well. I'm back on regular Paxil. I'd like to try to get off of it, but my mother thinks that's a crap-ass idea. I can't stand all the weight I've gained! Where are my fat Paxil peeps?! Can I get a whoot-whoot?! Michelle loves my fat, though. She burrows into it and goes "Mmmmm. Soft." (Michelle: It's true.) Well, actually, I don't really mind the extra weight, per se, it's just not healthy for someone of my height to be so heavy.

Star Wars episode III is coming soon! I'm excited! Do you know what else? Of course you don't, you can't read my mind, but never fear, because I'll tell you. I've taken a liking to Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon fanfics. Also, Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan, to those of you who know the difference. I don't know about you, but I think I'd prefer to bottom if I were a gay guy. It would be like a double assault on your senses.

Michelle and I are sweating right now acuz our room is so freakin' hot. We missed the third new Family Guy last night because we took our TV home. We have to be totally moved out of the dorms in several days. We're happy that the girls in the dorm next to us will be moving to a different place next semester.

Our friend Raven began going to a new school the beginning of this semester. We miss her. Do you know what are really funny? Student films.

Who else is pissed that Kim Possible was canceled?! Friggin' Disney channel, letting a series run for no more than three seasons. I haven't found any good Kim/Ron fics, but I'll keep you updated on my progress.

I'm taking a Summer course in Jamaica, Queens. Six credits. It's an excavation of the land of a house that had slaves. I get to dig for close to eight hours a day, four days a week. 'Chelle wouldn't take it with me, but I didn't really think she would. (Michelle: I don't have the money for that!) I'll have to go buy some cheap digging clothes at the thrift shop.

Today, I went to my Native American Studies class room, all ready to take the final, and it turns out that there was no final. I missed that announcement somewhere along the way. I freaked out, and someone called the professor, AT HER HOME, for me to talk to. I'm lucky that she's such a nice lady. Very grandmotherly. I should bake her something yummy for putting up with all of my crap.

Hofstra has such pretty flowers! Michelle has developed allergies. (Michelle: Stupid fancy plants...)

We've decided that when we move to Canada, we want to live in Ontario...preferably in the Toronto or Windsor area.

That's all I want to say right now. Perhaps I'll write more later, if I feel like it.

LOVIES!!! -Maria