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I hate looking out my window and seeing a bright blue sky and lots of sunshine to actually going outside and freezing my ass off. It really is Antarctica. The only bad thing about all of this, I suppose, is the fact that it probably means that Oregon is going to have a very hot, very dry dry summer. Can't imagine what this means for anyone living east of the mountains Our rain shadow is intense.
Chemistry is actually fun. The only thing that bothers me is that I'm really tired when I'm in class, no matter how much sleep I get. I suppose exercise and not eating mac&cheese or hot dogs would be a start, but my lifestyle is so comfortable with those. I'm not unhealthy, really, but I suppose it would help. I've been wondering if taking magnesium and calcium before bed would be any significant improvement. I doubt it.
We don't have any turkey for a sandwich. [falls over] All this havarti and it can't be put to use. Why, God, why? Must you torture me so?
I have Jon icons to make. Oye. If I make them for the communities for TDS, I really should expand to all the correspondents. I'm actually very proud of my pen-flip one (thanks to courtney_beth for the caps). It's the first mini-movie thingy in a still frame that I've made. Took me a long time to figure out since this is all very new to me.
My roommate is in the shower. Though it's not noteworthy, I should go flush the toilet. Course, our water heater is crap as it is so it probably wouldn't make much difference.
I want the Accutane now. I'm tired of waiting. I'm tired of everyone staring at me like I'm less than human. I'm sick of customers imposing what they think I should do. "What's on your face?" It's acne. Is it that much of a surprise that a 21 year old would have any? I don't care what you think I should do, it's being taken care of. No, I'm not obligated to discuss my personal life at work, I'm obligated to provide customer satisfaction. If you don't like it, don't fucking shop when I'm working. Rar. Take that, whores. I hate the sympathy more than the staring. I don't have cancer or missing limbs. Feel sorry for someone that struggles, not someone who's simply annoyed about something that's easily curable. All I want is something to complain about and this, I believe, is easily justified.
Chemistry is actually fun. The only thing that bothers me is that I'm really tired when I'm in class, no matter how much sleep I get. I suppose exercise and not eating mac&cheese or hot dogs would be a start, but my lifestyle is so comfortable with those. I'm not unhealthy, really, but I suppose it would help. I've been wondering if taking magnesium and calcium before bed would be any significant improvement. I doubt it.
We don't have any turkey for a sandwich. [falls over] All this havarti and it can't be put to use. Why, God, why? Must you torture me so?
I have Jon icons to make. Oye. If I make them for the communities for TDS, I really should expand to all the correspondents. I'm actually very proud of my pen-flip one (thanks to courtney_beth for the caps). It's the first mini-movie thingy in a still frame that I've made. Took me a long time to figure out since this is all very new to me.
My roommate is in the shower. Though it's not noteworthy, I should go flush the toilet. Course, our water heater is crap as it is so it probably wouldn't make much difference.
I want the Accutane now. I'm tired of waiting. I'm tired of everyone staring at me like I'm less than human. I'm sick of customers imposing what they think I should do. "What's on your face?" It's acne. Is it that much of a surprise that a 21 year old would have any? I don't care what you think I should do, it's being taken care of. No, I'm not obligated to discuss my personal life at work, I'm obligated to provide customer satisfaction. If you don't like it, don't fucking shop when I'm working. Rar. Take that, whores. I hate the sympathy more than the staring. I don't have cancer or missing limbs. Feel sorry for someone that struggles, not someone who's simply annoyed about something that's easily curable. All I want is something to complain about and this, I believe, is easily justified.