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Shit damn y'all, I am bored.

I'm housesitting for some family friends- well, less house-sitting than dog-sitting, and I can't get their wireless to work so I'm on one of their old computers upstairs and this means I can't watch the BSG I brought on their sweet ass giant television, and IT IS LONELY HERE. There is no one around! There is no noise! It is eerie! It's not like I'd be doing anything spectacular in my apt, but at least there I'd be with my roommates and with my own stuff.

Also, I'm in a crappy mood because even though we won the game hardcore (56-6) it poured for a good hour and a half during the game, and I was completely drenched from head to toe. And because I only brought one change of clothes because I didn't foresee getting wet, I am wearing my pajamas. IT IS FIVE IN THE EVENING AND I AM IN MY PJS.

This is pathetic.

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I somehow managed to misplace season three? I know I packed it, so I'm assuming it's in Miguel's trunk or at my apartment, but I am really annoyed, because I wanted to finish it before going on to season four, which is what I have.

So now I'm watching Razor, and despite my better judgment, I am totally digging Admiral Helena Cain. She's so hardcore! Also, well-known fact about me: I can't hate someone to save my life. I suck. So she's being all awesome and shit and I keep thinking "but she hurts Gina! Be strong, Madi!" and instead I'm just like oh my god she just slapped Kendra Shaw! OMG she just jumped blind! OMG AHC FTW!



Sidebar: when I do location detect, it thinks I'm in Atlanta, Georgia. WTF? Definitely not. Definitely five hours away.