paisley

Yesterday in environmental science discussion someone mentioned an article they'd read stating that the world's resources would be depleted by 2050. Our teacher made a crack about the world just ending then. And my brain, after having little else besides Prince run through it for more than 48 hours, immediately starting playing "1999" in the background for me.

So on my way out of class I was skipping merrily down the stairs, singing "Two Thousand Zero Zero, Party Over, FUCK!" because I skipped down to a landing and fell neatly onto the side of my ankle, twisting it very badly.

Dumbest injury ever.

It didn't really bother me until chorus rehearsal later, when there was a lot of standing. It's doing okay now except when I try to flex it, which is good, because I would not want to explain to a medical professional how I injured it.


In other news, I'm organizing a mini-movie night for the environmental group, and we're showing FernGully and I'm SO EXCITED! I love that movie so much I don't even know how to begin to describe my passion. Oh man. Woo. Hoo.


Also, Halloween, muthafuckah. I'm seeing Rocky Horror Picture Show at midnight Friday in Harvard Square. Anyone else from the area who may be reading this and is going (so no one, but whatev'), feel free to drop me a line or say hi if you recognize me. I'll be dressed as Magenta; it'll be inacurrate, but I don't care.


Mmhmm.