School, Glorious School~
► I fixed the laminating machine on my own * ⌐ * All I had to do was take a pair of scissors, stick it up the output end, twist the paper out, test if it worked, and, YES, MY SKIN IS SAVED. But yeah, I think I should follow loveanime18 's advice and tell the Administration. Someday.
► Facul-Glee. Have you wanted to see your teachers sing/dance/sing and dance just for the lulz? Our school's gonna hold Facul-Glee tomorrow, and I'm one of the stage hands (the only one, I think? Guh. Why, oh, why, did I have to be reading midori_lover 's buhyoo-liscious minibang fic when I'm supposed to be paying attention to what I was supposed to do OTL).
► Periodicals next week, then HELLO, SWEET TIME TO CRAM FOR SECRET SANTAS VACATION.
► I may have botched it up horribly this Tuesday, but, YES, MY FRIGGIN MOCK JOB INTERVIEW IS OVER, BABYYY~~~ Truckloads of research, three hours of sleep (1 on Sunday, 2 on Monday), and a perfectly incomprehensible business suit which is intent on exposing my upper vital regions, strings of failures on actual interview (You shouldn't look away when shaking someone's hand; You shouldn't cross your legs like that when your skirt is that short)--screw it all, I'M DONE WITH JOO /bad student
► I've developed this sort of complex lately like I don't have many already. I felt like I'm whoring myself out in the internet, like the only reason I ever go online is to get other people to notice me. I felt so insignificant, no, bothersome, like a pebble in one's shoe. I actually felt guilty for being active in LJ. It's like I'm trying to scream out "I'm alive!!" when I know that no one really cares. Guess what? Everything got solved after the interview. I have a feeling stress had a connection to this, but I've already been through job application in 2nd year (though, we didn't have an interview back then, just the letter). I still have a bit of that (hopefully) temporary complex, and I have no idea why I'm even posting this, but heck.
► Facul-Glee. Have you wanted to see your teachers sing/dance/sing and dance just for the lulz? Our school's gonna hold Facul-Glee tomorrow, and I'm one of the stage hands (the only one, I think? Guh. Why, oh, why, did I have to be reading midori_lover 's buhyoo-liscious minibang fic when I'm supposed to be paying attention to what I was supposed to do OTL).
► Periodicals next week, then HELLO, SWEET TIME TO CRAM FOR SECRET SANTAS VACATION.
► I may have botched it up horribly this Tuesday, but, YES, MY FRIGGIN MOCK JOB INTERVIEW IS OVER, BABYYY~~~ Truckloads of research, three hours of sleep (1 on Sunday, 2 on Monday), and a perfectly incomprehensible business suit which is intent on exposing my upper vital regions, strings of failures on actual interview (You shouldn't look away when shaking someone's hand; You shouldn't cross your legs like that when your skirt is that short)--screw it all, I'M DONE WITH JOO /bad student
► I've developed this sort of complex lately like I don't have many already. I felt like I'm whoring myself out in the internet, like the only reason I ever go online is to get other people to notice me. I felt so insignificant, no, bothersome, like a pebble in one's shoe. I actually felt guilty for being active in LJ. It's like I'm trying to scream out "I'm alive!!" when I know that no one really cares. Guess what? Everything got solved after the interview. I have a feeling stress had a connection to this, but I've already been through job application in 2nd year (though, we didn't have an interview back then, just the letter). I still have a bit of that (hopefully) temporary complex, and I have no idea why I'm even posting this, but heck.