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I quit smoking, I hate everyone.
UF used to have a page... where you just go and look at all their job openings. It was replaced by an evil search engine that won't actually search. It freaking asks you what kind of currency you want to paid in. How about the god damn U.S. Dollar. : | Why take something so simple like a freaking listing... and make it complicated. I'll never find another job at this rate. I've also been doing homework for like 3 days straight... with no end in sight. And the forum is down... :\ maybe this wasn't the right week to quit. Or maybe things just suck a lot more because I did quit.
OH AND TO MAKE THINGS EVEN BETTER.... I fell today. Yes, that's right... I fell. I'm walking out of class and I start to walk on some mulch. There must have been a soft spot in the ground... cause my foot just went right through the soil... knee deep. So the rest of me just topples over.Boom... flat on my face. My jeans were all dirty... and it hurt, a lot. SO I walked home in shame, cigaretteless, and dirty. ::sniff::
I did call Max on my walk home... he made me feel better... by laughing at me. : ) Boyfriends are useful at times like these.
UF used to have a page... where you just go and look at all their job openings. It was replaced by an evil search engine that won't actually search. It freaking asks you what kind of currency you want to paid in. How about the god damn U.S. Dollar. : | Why take something so simple like a freaking listing... and make it complicated. I'll never find another job at this rate. I've also been doing homework for like 3 days straight... with no end in sight. And the forum is down... :\ maybe this wasn't the right week to quit. Or maybe things just suck a lot more because I did quit.
OH AND TO MAKE THINGS EVEN BETTER.... I fell today. Yes, that's right... I fell. I'm walking out of class and I start to walk on some mulch. There must have been a soft spot in the ground... cause my foot just went right through the soil... knee deep. So the rest of me just topples over.Boom... flat on my face. My jeans were all dirty... and it hurt, a lot. SO I walked home in shame, cigaretteless, and dirty. ::sniff::
I did call Max on my walk home... he made me feel better... by laughing at me. : ) Boyfriends are useful at times like these.