I've actually been 23 years old since 1:56 a.m. this morning (that is, the third of December Pacific Standard Time - I was born on Okinawa), but my actual birthday is December Fourth. Last year, in celebration of my 22nd birthday, Katherine photoshopped this gem:
Present are: dad, mum, Rea, G, Kafrin, Joseph, Sasquatch, Garrett, Chuck and stegosaurus, Cody, the Cheat, Flux Capacitor, Hover Board, Indiana Jones from the Temple of Doom, Professor VanSlyke popping out of the cake with Pintsize, and Bear Grylls. Also me, of course.
This year she's pressed for time, but did an extraordinary job sizing me up with T-Rez. Our heights are accurate, even given the apparent distance between us:
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
That guy has no expression in his face: It's entirely in his eyes.
It's totally garbage day for me. My hot professor totally hates the way I organize my papers: Sorry, I don't have an ego or anything, but after a lifetime of acing papers and essay portions on multiple STANDARDIZED TESTS, I'm pretty sure I know how to organize a paper. I don't know what he wants from me, but I have a feeling I'm going to get to use an SVU quote when I figure out how he wants it done and I ask him "is this how you like it?" Oh man, I'm awesome. Just not today.
Posted by V^e at 9:49 AM