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2. Each tagged person must post 10 things about themselves on their journal.
3. At the end, you have to choose and tag 10 people and post their icons on the same journal.
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...Screw that. If you want to do it, do it...I'm too lazy to tag. o_o Deal with it.

1. I'm engaged.
2. I have a pickle on my Christmas tree.
3. Even though I'm an English education major, I make stupid spelling mistakes ALL THE TIME.
4. My favorite opera is Phantom of the Opera. It's not a musical. It's a fucking opera.
5. Cafe Noir is my baby.
6. My favorite band is Big&Rich.
7. I have year-round allergies.
8. If I can find something to complain about, it's likely you'll hear about it.
9. I hate the ocean, as well as large bodies of water...really anything over hot tub size.
10. I'm the Easter Bunny. No shit.

I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE O_O

So today I went downtown to have lunch with my boy and then go with him, my grandma and her friend to a market they were having on 16th street. We rode the RTD; kind of like a rain/bus light-rail thing, and we got off before I thought we would. Being surprised, I barely made it out the door before it closed and I sighed in relief. As the RTD took off I realized I'd left my purse on board. Purse = Identity. Like, my debit/ATM card, my license,...everything.

So I pretty much sprinted after this RTD bus all over downtown, cutting across traffic and running until I was a sprawling, flailing, heaving mass of T. So I finally collapsed (literally collapsed) up against a tree and I fell to the ground sobbing because I hurt so much. Sprinting down blocks and blocks of downtown when you haven't run far ever since like, sophomore year, equals major pain. So I scared the bejeebies out of this poor man who was all passing by. He almost kept going but he stopped and asked me if I was okay, because I was really just sobbing. I told him through breaths that I ran out of breath and couldn't move and that the RTD bus had my purse. He kind of ran after it feeling sorry for me, and about that time my grandma caught up, telling me to get up and run, and I was all, "But it huuurts!" And she explained that it was going to turn and go down another street, and that we could cut it off, so I willed myself up and sprinted off again after it.

I finally caught up with it and entered the bus, only to find that I was on the wrong section of it. When I went to the back part, I couldn't get the door open and it left again. I then had to follow it as fast as I could another two or so blocks before it stopped and I slammed one of those green buttons on the side that are all, "Push when lit to enter" or whatever and it opened. I lumbered inside and saw the purse and grabbed it and sat down and just bawled. I sounded like a two year old, and I was extremely upset (despite my happiness for having got my purse back) and this lady next to me was all, "O_O It's okay! It was here the whole time; (?) it's okay...do you need to get off the bus?" I just sobbed, "Yeeeessssssss!!" And my grandma caught the door before the closed and I squiggled off the bus and then I realized I'd pretty much torn a muscle or something in my right ankle and one in my left calf and I started coughing so hard from running that I tore something in my side, too. >_> I was so much in pain that I had no time to be embarrassed about how childish I was acting. What made me mad was the bus stopped for like, twenty minutes after I'd gotten my purse back. I think God was all, "Razzu, you lazy bum. Get off said lazy bum and go chase an RTD bus. Get some exercise or thou shalt be smote with identity theft!!" Oh, God. If you wanted me to build some muscle, you could have just, you know. Made me have an urge to go work out or something. Did you really have to use the RTD bus thing? Hurt. Still, thank God I caught the bus and got it back, and that everything was in there...on the way back, I noticed a sign that said something about reporting unattended things, and if I hadn't caught it before someone reported it, they might have asploded my purse. o_O;; For real.

Long story short RTD drivers suck butt and I'll be in pain for a few days, I'm sure. It was the start of what actually turned out to be a really good day, it's just that that beginning part really bit.

So...yeah. I'll be taking it easy tomorrow. I'll be attempting to post, but don't expect too much...Lol, when I breathe in too hard it sounds like my lungs are a deflating balloon xD;;;

I'm going to bed.

<3 Razzu

So I finished the main plot of Dragon Warriors 2. I beat the final boss on my first try, yay! And I'm almost ready to hatch my dream egg.

...

But that's probably not what you wanted to hear....~

So I was on my way to my Japanese final when someone was like, "Don't go to class! Campus is closed! You have to go to the Life Center because there's a bomb threat!!" I almost laughed. I was all, "...Do those still exist? Pfffft~"

We spent over two and a half hours there. >_>;;;;;;;

Seriously?

Some ASSHOLE decided it would be funny to make a bomb threat in the town where my college is right above (we're on a cliff overlooking the town). Apparently they threatened a courthouse, the middle school, high school, and us. ...Of course, no one I know would trek all the way up the hill just to put a bomb in a college, so...I'm rather skeptical. I'm really mad though, because it happened to take up all the time that my Japanese final was during. I have two finals tomorrow, and a paper that was interrupted because of this. If my Japanese final is moved to Friday, I'm screwed. I have to make the drive home on Friday morning, and I already have a check out time that they'll fine me for if I'm not there. I don't think you're allowed to make corrections. >_>;;;;;;; ANGER

I hate bombers...they're such asshats. They don't think about the people who's lives get interrupted because they hate their lives, hate someone else, or are trying to "make a statement". Bullshit! They're just annoying!!!

(Ha ha, though, me and my D&D group were caught on film waiting it out and being pissed off...)