390. FUCKIN' A MAN.
okay this is part where i do some bitching.
i have strep throat (per usual)
i wasn't allowed to work today so that means i've been sitting at home here all day. home as in portland.
my knees and ass are sore from sitting in front of this computer all fucking day. i'm done watching movies and reading.
everyone up here (portland) is going out tonight.
everyone back home (mass) is going out tonight.
and then there is me, just sitting here like i do every fucking night. bored off my ass, pissed off at phone calls that aren't returned, and my lights flickering because of cheap electricity.
usually i would just toughen up and do some schoolwork that needed to be done, but it hurts to look at the pages to read and i don't think writing a paper and creating an animated 3D figure constitutes a fun saturday night.
sometimes i think i'm bi-polar, like a very mild case of it. some days will be really friggin awesome days where nothing goes wrong and i'm so happy it's not even funny. then the next day, i'm yelling at people in subway for getting in my way and getting in fights with my african art history class.
i hate living alone, but i love the privacy.
i hate being up here at maine, but i couldn't think of anywhere better.
i hate myself at times, but who am i to be the judge of myself.
what's happened to me?
i have strep throat (per usual)
i wasn't allowed to work today so that means i've been sitting at home here all day. home as in portland.
my knees and ass are sore from sitting in front of this computer all fucking day. i'm done watching movies and reading.
everyone up here (portland) is going out tonight.
everyone back home (mass) is going out tonight.
and then there is me, just sitting here like i do every fucking night. bored off my ass, pissed off at phone calls that aren't returned, and my lights flickering because of cheap electricity.
usually i would just toughen up and do some schoolwork that needed to be done, but it hurts to look at the pages to read and i don't think writing a paper and creating an animated 3D figure constitutes a fun saturday night.
sometimes i think i'm bi-polar, like a very mild case of it. some days will be really friggin awesome days where nothing goes wrong and i'm so happy it's not even funny. then the next day, i'm yelling at people in subway for getting in my way and getting in fights with my african art history class.
i hate living alone, but i love the privacy.
i hate being up here at maine, but i couldn't think of anywhere better.
i hate myself at times, but who am i to be the judge of myself.
what's happened to me?