"Go ahead, David. Stick your hand in his pants."

OMG. Heart CSI totally.

Yesterday was good, although expensive. First thing in the morning I went to the ($75 for five minutes) doctor's office, where they told me that I do in fact have teh dreaded scabies. This, going way back, is the fault of a ferret that I had never met from two or so years ago. Ferret had scabies. Ferret gave scabies to Christie and a whole lot of other people by proxy. People got treated, except for Christie's parents or something, who gave it back to Christie and then to Quinn and then to me. Bleh. At any rate, I got stuff to put on them and now they are DEAD.

Easily taken care of, except for the fact that Dad went nuts and decided that everything in the house had to be bleached. Mom and I are, of course, ignoring him on that since it's stupid. No one else caught it from me and all of my stuff is now washed.

Then I managed to get the car and Quinn and I went to the mall. We saw Tristan and Isolde. It was pretty good, and Quinn was happy since it wasn't as Romeo and Juliet as he thought it would be- he didn't know anything about the story at all, so he was pretty "riiiiiiiight... well, if you really want to, honey," about it. But it had lots of blood and gore and double crossing and strategy and PWNED, BITCHES! stuff in it, so there was much squeeing.

Then Quinn bought me a dress at Express. I squeed. It's so cute- short, black, flowy. I have to have it adjusted a little bit, because it's a little too big. But SQUEE!!! I love Express stuff.

Meanwhile, back at the farm...

The whole apartment thing is getting going at this point. Except that it's not an apartment, it's a townhouse. I think we start moving in on Feb. 1. Er... yay? I'm more excited about classes starting next week. This will be the first time in over a year that I don't have to be there at 7:45 unless I want to be, although I think I will anyway because Christie wants me to go to the gym with her or somesuch.

Man, I really need to figure out what I'm doing with school after this.

*headdesk*

"Go ahead, David. Stick your hand in his pants."

OMG. Heart CSI totally.

Yesterday was good, although expensive. First thing in the morning I went to the ($75 for five minutes) doctor's office, where they told me that I do in fact have teh dreaded scabies. This, going way back, is the fault of a ferret that I had never met from two or so years ago. Ferret had scabies. Ferret gave scabies to Christie and a whole lot of other people by proxy. People got treated, except for Christie's parents or something, who gave it back to Christie and then to Quinn and then to me. Bleh. At any rate, I got stuff to put on them and now they are DEAD.

Easily taken care of, except for the fact that Dad went nuts and decided that everything in the house had to be bleached. Mom and I are, of course, ignoring him on that since it's stupid. No one else caught it from me and all of my stuff is now washed.

Then I managed to get the car and Quinn and I went to the mall. We saw Tristan and Isolde. It was pretty good, and Quinn was happy since it wasn't as Romeo and Juliet as he thought it would be- he didn't know anything about the story at all, so he was pretty "riiiiiiiight... well, if you really want to, honey," about it. But it had lots of blood and gore and double crossing and strategy and PWNED, BITCHES! stuff in it, so there was much squeeing.

Then Quinn bought me a dress at Express. I squeed. It's so cute- short, black, flowy. I have to have it adjusted a little bit, because it's a little too big. But SQUEE!!! I love Express stuff.

Meanwhile, back at the farm...

The whole apartment thing is getting going at this point. Except that it's not an apartment, it's a townhouse. I think we start moving in on Feb. 1. Er... yay? I'm more excited about classes starting next week. This will be the first time in over a year that I don't have to be there at 7:45 unless I want to be, although I think I will anyway because Christie wants me to go to the gym with her or somesuch.

Man, I really need to figure out what I'm doing with school after this.

*headdesk*