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Officially going back to London. Officially have my ticket. Officially excited. Going to be, yet again, officially broke.
Leave here early December 27th (arrive there the 28th), and come back late January 31st. SWEEEEEEET.
Have to go to mandatory boring meeting tomorrow night to fill out paperwork, not so sweet. Have a 4 hour layover in Jersey, twice! Not so sweet again. Morgan I'll try to get your number before I go... might find a payphone at the airport and try to give you a call. Sounds like a fun way to kill some time, if you're home that is.
I'm so fricking ready for this semester to be over with. I hate hate hate group projects and fucking portfolios. My to do list never gets to done and it's really fucking depressing to watch it get bigger. Sometimes I rewrite it after I cross something off just so it looks shorter. Instead of saying "CRM research" it's now saying things like "CRM'S WOMAN. JUST FUCKING DO IT ALREADY." and "MARIJA WROTE YOU FROM FUCKING LITHUANIA. WRITE HER BACK BEFORE SHE HATES YOU AND WONT LET YOU STAY IN HER FLAT." although those statements make it look longer but they're inspiring, they really are.
I work with the devil, not directly, but she comes into my life almost on a daily basis Monday through Friday. By December I'm hoping to be rid of her for the most part until at least May but that remains to be seen. Have you ever dreaded answering the phone at work because of the name that appears on the caller id? This woman makes shit up and then tells me I confirmed all these events with her. She's the most disorganized person ever and I'm not saying she's bad at her job, but she's mental, and lacks in simple communication skills as well as general knowledge of how business should work. Perfectly nice woman, just a complete headcase when it comes to organization and it kills me because I know everything about her events now, I work with her so often. I have it organized. WHY CANT SHE TRUST ME AND STOP MAKING UP HER OWN FUCKING CONFIRMATIONS? She causes her own problems and in doing so causes me problems. jslfdja;sd;a *shudder*
I bought an ipod on ebay last week. It was a quick 30 second decision to give it a shot and to my surprise 3 minutes later or whatever I had won and was obligated to purchase this ipod. All night I kept thinking "What the hell did I just do. Why did I just buy an ipod?" But it's really going to work out brilliantly for London and it matches my computer and I think it's adorable. I named it Frodo. I guess I shouldn't have because I already have a fish named Frodo (and a fish named Sam, and a floor mat in the shape of a snail named Gimli.) I should have named it Aragorn but that thought just now occurred to me and it already has a shitload of music on it and I don't think I can change the name without resetting it, but I'll give it a shot. Obsession is a scary thing. When I run out of Lord of the Rings names you better believe I'm going to start calling things Mary Jane, Peter, and the Green Goblin and all such related things. Obsession=bad.
I'm a complete nerd, I'm never getting married. My dad says I have to be rich and successful to get a good guy because the ones I'm going to attract in burping contests and videogames aren't going to make a lot of money and he seems to think its my job of the three kids to take care of him when he's old. He jokes around about it a lot but I know he thinks and somewhat expects me to be the most successful of his children. Tam's the one who's going to find a job for love of the job, mooch off the parents as long as she can (can we say 25 years old with no plans of moving out?), and overspend all the time. Ryan's going to be the family guy. He's already got the house, the steady girlfriend who now lives with him (anyone remember Tracy [sp?] Merrill? Katie, Morgan, Darrick, I'm looking at you three. Sarah Merrill's older sister? Yup thats Ryans girlfriend. Craziness). He's going to have the kids first, which is important for my mom because she's ready to be a grandmother. They're both going to live relatively close and see the family quite often. I'm the one who's going to move away and makes tons of a money in a high profile high paying professional job and take care of the family that I never see. That's pretty much what it's looking like right now and what my parents expect at this point. Tam's the "athletic" one (as in shes into all that stuff, not that she's an athlete herself HAha...ha. No.) Ryans the technical one, cars, electronics, etc etc. He's the handyman of the bunch. I'm the smartest one, book smarts at least, aka most educated. I'm also the most ambitious. It will be interesting to see what happens when I leave college. Everyone has all this confidence in me and what I'll do and who I'll be, everyone except me that is. I still just want to marry a billionaire and take his money and travel the world. He can live or die, it makes no difference to me as long as my expenses are covered haha.
Okay this is all a ramble to get away from homework. Reading assignment number 18 is calling to me. Wendy... Wendy... come to me. Read me. Learn me. Love me. and so I must obey.
Leave here early December 27th (arrive there the 28th), and come back late January 31st. SWEEEEEEET.
Have to go to mandatory boring meeting tomorrow night to fill out paperwork, not so sweet. Have a 4 hour layover in Jersey, twice! Not so sweet again. Morgan I'll try to get your number before I go... might find a payphone at the airport and try to give you a call. Sounds like a fun way to kill some time, if you're home that is.
I'm so fricking ready for this semester to be over with. I hate hate hate group projects and fucking portfolios. My to do list never gets to done and it's really fucking depressing to watch it get bigger. Sometimes I rewrite it after I cross something off just so it looks shorter. Instead of saying "CRM research" it's now saying things like "CRM'S WOMAN. JUST FUCKING DO IT ALREADY." and "MARIJA WROTE YOU FROM FUCKING LITHUANIA. WRITE HER BACK BEFORE SHE HATES YOU AND WONT LET YOU STAY IN HER FLAT." although those statements make it look longer but they're inspiring, they really are.
I work with the devil, not directly, but she comes into my life almost on a daily basis Monday through Friday. By December I'm hoping to be rid of her for the most part until at least May but that remains to be seen. Have you ever dreaded answering the phone at work because of the name that appears on the caller id? This woman makes shit up and then tells me I confirmed all these events with her. She's the most disorganized person ever and I'm not saying she's bad at her job, but she's mental, and lacks in simple communication skills as well as general knowledge of how business should work. Perfectly nice woman, just a complete headcase when it comes to organization and it kills me because I know everything about her events now, I work with her so often. I have it organized. WHY CANT SHE TRUST ME AND STOP MAKING UP HER OWN FUCKING CONFIRMATIONS? She causes her own problems and in doing so causes me problems. jslfdja;sd;a *shudder*
I bought an ipod on ebay last week. It was a quick 30 second decision to give it a shot and to my surprise 3 minutes later or whatever I had won and was obligated to purchase this ipod. All night I kept thinking "What the hell did I just do. Why did I just buy an ipod?" But it's really going to work out brilliantly for London and it matches my computer and I think it's adorable. I named it Frodo. I guess I shouldn't have because I already have a fish named Frodo (and a fish named Sam, and a floor mat in the shape of a snail named Gimli.) I should have named it Aragorn but that thought just now occurred to me and it already has a shitload of music on it and I don't think I can change the name without resetting it, but I'll give it a shot. Obsession is a scary thing. When I run out of Lord of the Rings names you better believe I'm going to start calling things Mary Jane, Peter, and the Green Goblin and all such related things. Obsession=bad.
I'm a complete nerd, I'm never getting married. My dad says I have to be rich and successful to get a good guy because the ones I'm going to attract in burping contests and videogames aren't going to make a lot of money and he seems to think its my job of the three kids to take care of him when he's old. He jokes around about it a lot but I know he thinks and somewhat expects me to be the most successful of his children. Tam's the one who's going to find a job for love of the job, mooch off the parents as long as she can (can we say 25 years old with no plans of moving out?), and overspend all the time. Ryan's going to be the family guy. He's already got the house, the steady girlfriend who now lives with him (anyone remember Tracy [sp?] Merrill? Katie, Morgan, Darrick, I'm looking at you three. Sarah Merrill's older sister? Yup thats Ryans girlfriend. Craziness). He's going to have the kids first, which is important for my mom because she's ready to be a grandmother. They're both going to live relatively close and see the family quite often. I'm the one who's going to move away and makes tons of a money in a high profile high paying professional job and take care of the family that I never see. That's pretty much what it's looking like right now and what my parents expect at this point. Tam's the "athletic" one (as in shes into all that stuff, not that she's an athlete herself HAha...ha. No.) Ryans the technical one, cars, electronics, etc etc. He's the handyman of the bunch. I'm the smartest one, book smarts at least, aka most educated. I'm also the most ambitious. It will be interesting to see what happens when I leave college. Everyone has all this confidence in me and what I'll do and who I'll be, everyone except me that is. I still just want to marry a billionaire and take his money and travel the world. He can live or die, it makes no difference to me as long as my expenses are covered haha.
Okay this is all a ramble to get away from homework. Reading assignment number 18 is calling to me. Wendy... Wendy... come to me. Read me. Learn me. Love me. and so I must obey.