Ah, there. That's better.
I'm glad I changed my settings. They seem much more appropriate now.
So today was pretty much a pointless day. I got really dumb and reserved about a few things, but then I went to the UC and I feel whole bunches better about it. That's a lie. I do not feel whole bunches better about how things are because this Friday night is going to SUCK, SUCK, SUCK.
For those of you in the know, it's time for the big SAFA talk with the PU. Details upon request.
I think my roommates and I are drinking tomorrow night, and then going to the bar for a drink after that. (We are poor. Lay off.)
I'd like to point out that...the way to deal with a problem is to deal with it, which I have done. And then the other part of having a problem is (in certain situations, unlike the one I just got over) is to leave it alone. To let it come to you, if it ever does. So you're getting what you wanted. I'd say that I hope it's good enough, but I don't really care.
There's a girl sitting next to me who has gotten her stuff published in like 213423984 different literary magazines. I hate you, girl-who's-sitting-next-to-me. Or rather, I wish I were you.
MAN, today SUCKS. Fucking hell.
At least I can look forward to going to the bar with Jenn Wojo this Friday after the big talk. This fucking talk is going to be the end of me. And you know, that would be ok with me. Because stupid talks like this and the stress that things like this and the other BS right now...well, it slowly, slowly, slowly has an awful effect on me. Nevermind.
Note to people who demand updates: If they are the epicenter of your life like you claim they are, then either call me, comment, email, AIM, or send a letter in the mail with a stamp and everything. Or really, don't do anything. Because again, I don't care.
I'm going to rot in UCup and study for a while. Adios.
So today was pretty much a pointless day. I got really dumb and reserved about a few things, but then I went to the UC and I feel whole bunches better about it. That's a lie. I do not feel whole bunches better about how things are because this Friday night is going to SUCK, SUCK, SUCK.
For those of you in the know, it's time for the big SAFA talk with the PU. Details upon request.
I think my roommates and I are drinking tomorrow night, and then going to the bar for a drink after that. (We are poor. Lay off.)
I'd like to point out that...the way to deal with a problem is to deal with it, which I have done. And then the other part of having a problem is (in certain situations, unlike the one I just got over) is to leave it alone. To let it come to you, if it ever does. So you're getting what you wanted. I'd say that I hope it's good enough, but I don't really care.
There's a girl sitting next to me who has gotten her stuff published in like 213423984 different literary magazines. I hate you, girl-who's-sitting-next-to-me. Or rather, I wish I were you.
MAN, today SUCKS. Fucking hell.
At least I can look forward to going to the bar with Jenn Wojo this Friday after the big talk. This fucking talk is going to be the end of me. And you know, that would be ok with me. Because stupid talks like this and the stress that things like this and the other BS right now...well, it slowly, slowly, slowly has an awful effect on me. Nevermind.
Note to people who demand updates: If they are the epicenter of your life like you claim they are, then either call me, comment, email, AIM, or send a letter in the mail with a stamp and everything. Or really, don't do anything. Because again, I don't care.
I'm going to rot in UCup and study for a while. Adios.