I had to get a new ATM card the other day. Mine would not work in the machines. So, I had to go and get a whole new card. It was kinda sad watching my first ATM card been broken into two pieces. Poor guy. What did he do to deserve that?
I've been having way too much fun with anagrams lately. For those who don't know, anagrams are words or phrases that contain the exact same letters. For example, an anagram of stop would be post or pots or tops. Well, I found some interesting phrases that contained the letters of my full name. Slightly bothersome, they all had to do with sex or the anti-Christ. Some of the more amusing ones were:
Nicholas Craig Mitchell
Clashing, comical Hitler
Hell choirs acclimating
I am on the chic call-girls
This nice, macho call-girl
This charming local lice
Halt! Nice orgasmic chill
I'm clitoral chasing lech
Aren't those pleasant things to be associated with? Yeah, I thought so too.
I am functioning on little sleep right now. Went to bed late Wednesday after getting home from work. Got up early Thursday for an 8AM midterm (which went dencently, i think) and then had classes and went directly to work last night. Stopped off at a party on the way home. Stayed longer than I should considering I was SO dead tired, but was enjoying myself, so stayed. Finally decided I should get home or risk the wrath of Jeffrey if I missed his class this morning. So, I came home, got to bed about 2 or 2:30, was woken up at 8 by a jackhammer, and went to classes. And am only now eating my first meal (ziti from the deli, it's now cold) of the day. I thought I was gonna pass out in ballet. Thus is the life at AMDA.
I really don't know what else to talk about on here. There's an easy solution for that though. I'll stop this entry for now and instantly remember everything I wanted to say. That's how it always happens.