It's A Hard World

[bloodyrosemccoy]

Twelfth Night

 

*snorf*

 

Figures. I go back to school tomorrow and I’ve got a cold.

 

And in truly awful news, I just found out I can’t take the juggling class I was registered for.  It conflicts with one of my other classes. Curses!  I was finally going to learn how to keep three oranges in the air for a prolonged period of time, and my damn major intruded itself into my life.  Anthropology. Psh.  Why couldn’t I have majored in juggling?  It seems to have worked for Penn Jillette, right?  Right?

 

Perhaps I’ll take it up later in life and become a late-blooming artist, the Grandma Moses of tossing fruit around. “Amelia started juggling after college,” people will say, “and look where she is now!”*

 

Or I can just find a club or something.  But where’s the romance in that?

 

 

*With any luck, in one of my five fabulous palaces surrounded by boxes of chocolate and books and entertainment.

Comments

[padparadscha.livejournal.com]

Nah, I had to change my password earlier. Damn Duckweb.

But I'll be with you guys! Is that pizza still an offer?

[(Anonymous)]

Pizza is still a go, as far as I can figure. I never actually asked Emily or Josh, but that's cuz I have no idea when Josh gets in, and I think Emily is coming around 8pm(ish? last time I talked to her) But I am assuming they'll both go for it. If they are not around, that just means more pizza for us. What time are you coming in?