oh my life..
i am sitting on my couch, sick as a dog. with temp of 101.1. kono...
have not updated in what livejournal tells me is about 7 weeks. pathetic.
my mother says that i am sick because i work myself like the education slave that i am and my body is now refusing to go on..god damnit. don't you understand, body?!?? i HAVE to do this. i have to finish college. i have to make good grades because if i want to go to graduate school sometime down the road, they look at your last 60 hours of college to determine your gpa. god damnit. and i hate that i'm so fucking concerned with this shit. i've been making good grades for so god damn long. why haven't i given up yet? i'm tired of making good grades.. i want to be done..
god. i can't wait to be done. may.
i also might be sick because i practically killed myself at the fucking bjork concert. which was totally fucking worth it. jumping around, arms up, screaming my lungs out ("stop that!!" says my voice teacher), and running into fucking everyone around me so that they all move further away, after giving me very harsh and irritated looks, which i quickly and thoroughly ignore.
i am now a TA for a freshman writing class. i totally disgusted myself (and i'm sure the cooler of the freshmen in the class) when i corrected the teacher in the class as to the uses of the semicolon. ick. who have i become? some pompous fool, obviously.
i now have another cat. he's about 2 months old and we call him "fuzzy" although that is not his permanent name. he's a gray tiger-striped little pumpkin who scratches the shit out of my fucking legs. but i love him..
so, i was trying to return my textbooks after the return date because i had ordered them from amazon for cheaper. apparently, you can return them later if you dropped the class. "yes!" i said.. "i'll just pretend i dropped the class." stupid me. what the fuck was i thinking?.. so i go up there and the big man behind the counter says "okay, let me just call and make sure you dropped the class." shit. fuck. turning brightred. can't back out now. what the fuck am i going to do? he's just a student. what can he do to me? nothing. i'll just play the fool... "well! i could have sworn that i dropped it!! i did it on the 12th! i'm sure of it! let me go and check my edweb [student account] and i'll be right back..." god! i am just not. NOT good at lying. i don't think i'll do it ever again.
okay. i'll talk to you later if i'm not dead from over-exertion. jkjkjkjkjkjkjkjjkjkj.
have not updated in what livejournal tells me is about 7 weeks. pathetic.
my mother says that i am sick because i work myself like the education slave that i am and my body is now refusing to go on..god damnit. don't you understand, body?!?? i HAVE to do this. i have to finish college. i have to make good grades because if i want to go to graduate school sometime down the road, they look at your last 60 hours of college to determine your gpa. god damnit. and i hate that i'm so fucking concerned with this shit. i've been making good grades for so god damn long. why haven't i given up yet? i'm tired of making good grades.. i want to be done..
god. i can't wait to be done. may.
i also might be sick because i practically killed myself at the fucking bjork concert. which was totally fucking worth it. jumping around, arms up, screaming my lungs out ("stop that!!" says my voice teacher), and running into fucking everyone around me so that they all move further away, after giving me very harsh and irritated looks, which i quickly and thoroughly ignore.
i am now a TA for a freshman writing class. i totally disgusted myself (and i'm sure the cooler of the freshmen in the class) when i corrected the teacher in the class as to the uses of the semicolon. ick. who have i become? some pompous fool, obviously.
i now have another cat. he's about 2 months old and we call him "fuzzy" although that is not his permanent name. he's a gray tiger-striped little pumpkin who scratches the shit out of my fucking legs. but i love him..
so, i was trying to return my textbooks after the return date because i had ordered them from amazon for cheaper. apparently, you can return them later if you dropped the class. "yes!" i said.. "i'll just pretend i dropped the class." stupid me. what the fuck was i thinking?.. so i go up there and the big man behind the counter says "okay, let me just call and make sure you dropped the class." shit. fuck. turning brightred. can't back out now. what the fuck am i going to do? he's just a student. what can he do to me? nothing. i'll just play the fool... "well! i could have sworn that i dropped it!! i did it on the 12th! i'm sure of it! let me go and check my edweb [student account] and i'll be right back..." god! i am just not. NOT good at lying. i don't think i'll do it ever again.
okay. i'll talk to you later if i'm not dead from over-exertion. jkjkjkjkjkjkjkjjkjkj.