Captain's log, stardate ####... part of our ship fell off and I ... can't find my pants

One entry a week. That's, uh, okay.

The highlights...

* Finals start in a week. Eep! :(

* School ends (at least for moi) in one week and one day. Eep! :)

* My gender studies prof has her head up her arse, but that's nothing new. It's actually refreshing to be pi$$ed and infuriated about something other than Stargate. Speaking of...

* Michael Shanks is an egotistical little baby. Also nothing new there.

* As for other Stargate-related things... *grins* I will only say... The eagle has landed, and mm, it's tasty!

* Did I mention a week and a day til school is out?

I'm going to try to apply for a job at the movie theatre... and by try I mean attempt not to psych myself out so badly I can't do it. Damn money. Why does it have to be so lovely and green and useful? Oh well. At least I have better employment prospects than certain other people mentioned in this entry.

Hee

*hums*

You say you're gunshy
I say you're spineless
You think you're pensive
I, I think you're mindless
Such a busy little drone
That your heart beats in monotone
So loud you can't hear me
Repetition's what you need

Get out of my air
Get off of my cloud
Get out of my hair
Get off of my couch
Get off of my lips
Get out of my life
Let me give you a tip
Get out of my sight
Get off of your knees
Get out of my face
Get out of my sleep
Get out of my space
How long do I have to show and tell, scream and yell
Get over yourself

You say you're complicated
I say too dramatic
You think I underrate you
I think I've finally had it
With you never had a time
Cause half the time you spend designing brilliant tragedies
And it's becoming your disease

Get out of my air
Get off of my cloud
Get out of my hair
Get off of my couch
Get off of my lips
Get out of my life
Let me give you a tip
Get out of my sight
Get off of your knees
Get out of my face
Get out of my sleep
Get out of my space
How long do I have to show and tell, scream and yell
Get over yourself

Won't let you unnerve me
Won't let you deserve me
And even if I kiss the dirt you're going to see me how I don't hurt
I don't hurt

Get out of my air
Get off of my cloud
Get out of my hair
Get off of my couch
Get off of my lips
Get out of my life
Let me give you a tip
Get out of my sight
Get off of your knees
Get out of my face
Get out of my sleep
Get out of my space
How long do I have to show and tell, scream and yell
Get over yourself
Get over yourself