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Aaaand.. this is my last attempt at procrastination.
I have SUCH bad PMS. I'm not bitchy or anything, but I'm definitely feeling it. My dad pissed me off within 30 seconds of talking to me. All I wanted today was chocolate and ice cream and my bed and a sappy chick flick. Oh yeah, and my boobs are absolutely massive right now. It's ridiculous. My back hurts and my shoulders have ridges in them from my bra line. Not to mention none of my shirts fit... so it's button ups this week. Ugh. Oh yeah, and I'm super emotional. Well, not really... but I'm confrontational. It's hard to explain... like there's things that I would like to say to people pretty much every time that I see them, but this week is the only week I might actually say those things, and it literally takes ALL my energy to keep myself from saying things I shouldn't.
For example, while having a conversation with two of my managers today, I managed to tell them how I've kissed girls in the past. How did this come up, you ask? Something about homophobia, which led to talks about my ex boyfriends, which led to me explaining myself and them telling me their policies on it. Oh geez.
In other news? Amber, myself, and our supervisor Tony are having our version of "the biggest loser." Someone's bringing in a scale and we're all going to torment the hell out of each other about eating junk food until we lose the weight we're trying to lose. I think I would be satisfied if I could just lose 10 more pounds... because I'm already down 10.... but 20 more would be ideal. I just want to lose 10 pounds by May 20--- Jenn and Gus' wedding when I have to squeeze my sorry ass into a dress.
I have a 6 page paper due tomorrow. On the afterlife. That I haven't started. Ugh. We'll see what happens with that. I have another 6 page paper due Thursday. I have a hair appointment tomorrow night. I have an interview Wednesday at 8:45 am, followed by a full day of work. Next Tuesday I have a treatment plan due. I work all weekend. Ugh. Then the following week are my finals. Uuuuuuuuuugh. I'm pretty much going to die. I just have to keep telling myself that these three weeks are my last weeks at WCCC. For EVER.
I think i need to get a full time job. Either that or start waitressing again... which I really REALLY don't want to do. Maybe I'll see if I can get an office job or something so I can still go to school at night and stuff. We'll see. I hate not knowing exactly what's going to happen.
Okay, enough procrastinating. Paper time.
Until next time...
I have SUCH bad PMS. I'm not bitchy or anything, but I'm definitely feeling it. My dad pissed me off within 30 seconds of talking to me. All I wanted today was chocolate and ice cream and my bed and a sappy chick flick. Oh yeah, and my boobs are absolutely massive right now. It's ridiculous. My back hurts and my shoulders have ridges in them from my bra line. Not to mention none of my shirts fit... so it's button ups this week. Ugh. Oh yeah, and I'm super emotional. Well, not really... but I'm confrontational. It's hard to explain... like there's things that I would like to say to people pretty much every time that I see them, but this week is the only week I might actually say those things, and it literally takes ALL my energy to keep myself from saying things I shouldn't.
For example, while having a conversation with two of my managers today, I managed to tell them how I've kissed girls in the past. How did this come up, you ask? Something about homophobia, which led to talks about my ex boyfriends, which led to me explaining myself and them telling me their policies on it. Oh geez.
In other news? Amber, myself, and our supervisor Tony are having our version of "the biggest loser." Someone's bringing in a scale and we're all going to torment the hell out of each other about eating junk food until we lose the weight we're trying to lose. I think I would be satisfied if I could just lose 10 more pounds... because I'm already down 10.... but 20 more would be ideal. I just want to lose 10 pounds by May 20--- Jenn and Gus' wedding when I have to squeeze my sorry ass into a dress.
I have a 6 page paper due tomorrow. On the afterlife. That I haven't started. Ugh. We'll see what happens with that. I have another 6 page paper due Thursday. I have a hair appointment tomorrow night. I have an interview Wednesday at 8:45 am, followed by a full day of work. Next Tuesday I have a treatment plan due. I work all weekend. Ugh. Then the following week are my finals. Uuuuuuuuuugh. I'm pretty much going to die. I just have to keep telling myself that these three weeks are my last weeks at WCCC. For EVER.
I think i need to get a full time job. Either that or start waitressing again... which I really REALLY don't want to do. Maybe I'll see if I can get an office job or something so I can still go to school at night and stuff. We'll see. I hate not knowing exactly what's going to happen.
Okay, enough procrastinating. Paper time.
Until next time...