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wow, have you guys seen the new lj set-up. its intense and i like it.
So I'm sitting here, extremely full. I've decided that I don't like this feeling, its extremely uncomfortable. I ate a whole burrito, and now I'm paying for it. brb...
Ok back, just spent about 10 min with my head in the toilet losing that burrito. Thats the 3rd time in three days that I've thrown up. Sick I know, but I have no idea what is going on with me. However, my stomach is now empty, and I have decided that feeling is much better than that of a full stomach.
You've gotta make your own kind of music, sing your own special song.
So that incident pretty much topped off an already shitty day. I went to studio today, and it was a review. Now first, lemme say that every architecture class is started at least 20 minutes late. Which irritates me, because my projects are always done, but they allow the time so other people can frantically finish their projects. So anyways, they take out about a third of the class and start the review. So after about an hour of me sitting at my desk and reading, I'm like ok, they'll be done soon. At an hour and half, they should hurry up, they still have two groups. 2 hours, I look up and out the window just in time to see a professor walking by hock a lougie. Lovely. 2 and half, I'm getting pissed. 3, Nat comes in and is like, yea they're still not done. The class lasts only 3 hours. They just wasted 3 hours of my fucking time. It's not like they even gave us another assignment to work on. How would they like it if I wasted 3 hours of their fucking time?!? They were gonna get through all the students in one day? DO THE MATH! 40 students in 180 minutes means you cannot spend 45 min on one students project. Fuckin a dude. I was pissed. I didn't even have my physics to work on or study. I literally had nothing to do but read my book. PISSED. So I'm walking to work and I pass this guy who decides to spit right in front of me. WTF!!??!? What is it with these stupid fucking people and their need to spit when I'm looking?!?!? Essentially all this anger is coming from a wasted studio. I mean, honestly, incompetent teachers. Like, normally, I'm a patient person, but I do have some of my dad's intolerance for people wasting my time. Fuckers.
Ah, ok done with that rant. I've decided that my new favorite thing to do is sit in my bed in my sweatpants and write in my lj on my laptop. Its refreshing, and I can be angry or sad, or even really fucking weird without apology. Its wonderful.
I'm just so angry about today. Perhaps a little too angry. Maybe its just my stomach virus talking, or some other form of stress. I want to call my mom and tell her I'm sick and have her pity me, but isn't that childish. I won't call her.
I really love Better than Ezra. I can't believe I hadn't discovered them until now. I'm obsessed with their song A Lifetime. Its delish. Even though, yes Jordan, it is not a food.
Sorry this journal is taking me so long to write. I keep getting up and moving or doing something. I just had a strawberry pockey stick. My stomach says bad move. Check mate.
I just want a hug from my mom. I want to not feel emotions anymore. I keep telling myself to harden my heart, but it doesn't work. Fie.
I'm wearing my monkey socks. They're so much fun, because theyre toe socks. I know toe socks creep some people out, but not me. I <3 them almost as much as I love animal fries. Psych! I need to stop using that dumb heart. It irritates me, just like smiliey faces. Ah blast.
I've been reading 'Tis by Frank McCourt. It makes me want to talk like the Irish, saying Jaysus and, well, 'tis. But I won't, because then I would just be the loser from California who moved to Missouri and spoke in a bad Irish accent. Wouldn't that be the life?
It's 9:55. At this time 2 years ago, I'd be getting ready for bed. Now, I just think, hum, maybe I should start doing some homework. Oh, silly college.
We need to talk, step into my office baby. I want to give you the job, a chance for overtime. Say my place at 9?
I'm very excited for Thanksgiving, if only to go home, see all my family and friends and officially be able to listen to Christmas music. Thats always been the rule in my house, we start playing Christmas music on Thanksgiving. The music lasts all day because my mom cooks all day and she says it should be that way. I have to problem with this whatsover. I enjoy the music fabulously. And its so fun to have Christmas spirit. However, if I end up with a Jew, as seems to be the case, accoridng to Cera and Vid, I cannot have too much spirit. Or actually I can. Because my Jewish husband will accept my Catholicism because he'll be open-minded like that. Nice how I bitch slap him so soon, and I haven't even met him! Oh I'm excited. Not really, marriage is creepy. Or at least the idea of being a housewife is. Meh. It will be like my dream, where I have a loft in Soho and Vid and her husband and baby come to visit me and my boyfriend. Ew. I hate this paragraph. Well I hate it as soon as I stop talking about my mother's Christmas music rule. Ha ha, every thanksgiving she wears this green dress and these red booties. Oh mom.
Essentially it sucks that there is no country music on ourtunes. I am moving in a different direction with my musical taste now, and I'm sure Danielle and Greg would be upset. Perhaps even Nutmasta and Em's, when I introduced Em to country.
My aunt got me a Halloween set of pick up sticks. For some reason I can never win that game. Drats.
I need more excitement in my life. More passion. Ah, if only.
Today an architecture freshman and an art freshman were talking about how they were going to drop their respective majors. Kinda lame if you ask me. The architecture student was just like, I don't know what they want from me! And I'm just thinking, dude, freshmen year was basically a load of bullshit, so if you can just push past that then you'll be fine. But I didn't tell her that. She should drop, because of her bad attitude. I hate people with bad attitudes almost as I hate people who waste my time, or send me mixed signals.
I guess thats it. This entry was the longest thing ever. I pretty much am obsessed with Laguna Beach and SVU. Pretty much brilliance all the way around. ok for real I'm done. I need to study for physics.
So I'm sitting here, extremely full. I've decided that I don't like this feeling, its extremely uncomfortable. I ate a whole burrito, and now I'm paying for it. brb...
Ok back, just spent about 10 min with my head in the toilet losing that burrito. Thats the 3rd time in three days that I've thrown up. Sick I know, but I have no idea what is going on with me. However, my stomach is now empty, and I have decided that feeling is much better than that of a full stomach.
You've gotta make your own kind of music, sing your own special song.
So that incident pretty much topped off an already shitty day. I went to studio today, and it was a review. Now first, lemme say that every architecture class is started at least 20 minutes late. Which irritates me, because my projects are always done, but they allow the time so other people can frantically finish their projects. So anyways, they take out about a third of the class and start the review. So after about an hour of me sitting at my desk and reading, I'm like ok, they'll be done soon. At an hour and half, they should hurry up, they still have two groups. 2 hours, I look up and out the window just in time to see a professor walking by hock a lougie. Lovely. 2 and half, I'm getting pissed. 3, Nat comes in and is like, yea they're still not done. The class lasts only 3 hours. They just wasted 3 hours of my fucking time. It's not like they even gave us another assignment to work on. How would they like it if I wasted 3 hours of their fucking time?!? They were gonna get through all the students in one day? DO THE MATH! 40 students in 180 minutes means you cannot spend 45 min on one students project. Fuckin a dude. I was pissed. I didn't even have my physics to work on or study. I literally had nothing to do but read my book. PISSED. So I'm walking to work and I pass this guy who decides to spit right in front of me. WTF!!??!? What is it with these stupid fucking people and their need to spit when I'm looking?!?!? Essentially all this anger is coming from a wasted studio. I mean, honestly, incompetent teachers. Like, normally, I'm a patient person, but I do have some of my dad's intolerance for people wasting my time. Fuckers.
Ah, ok done with that rant. I've decided that my new favorite thing to do is sit in my bed in my sweatpants and write in my lj on my laptop. Its refreshing, and I can be angry or sad, or even really fucking weird without apology. Its wonderful.
I'm just so angry about today. Perhaps a little too angry. Maybe its just my stomach virus talking, or some other form of stress. I want to call my mom and tell her I'm sick and have her pity me, but isn't that childish. I won't call her.
I really love Better than Ezra. I can't believe I hadn't discovered them until now. I'm obsessed with their song A Lifetime. Its delish. Even though, yes Jordan, it is not a food.
Sorry this journal is taking me so long to write. I keep getting up and moving or doing something. I just had a strawberry pockey stick. My stomach says bad move. Check mate.
I just want a hug from my mom. I want to not feel emotions anymore. I keep telling myself to harden my heart, but it doesn't work. Fie.
I'm wearing my monkey socks. They're so much fun, because theyre toe socks. I know toe socks creep some people out, but not me. I <3 them almost as much as I love animal fries. Psych! I need to stop using that dumb heart. It irritates me, just like smiliey faces. Ah blast.
I've been reading 'Tis by Frank McCourt. It makes me want to talk like the Irish, saying Jaysus and, well, 'tis. But I won't, because then I would just be the loser from California who moved to Missouri and spoke in a bad Irish accent. Wouldn't that be the life?
It's 9:55. At this time 2 years ago, I'd be getting ready for bed. Now, I just think, hum, maybe I should start doing some homework. Oh, silly college.
We need to talk, step into my office baby. I want to give you the job, a chance for overtime. Say my place at 9?
I'm very excited for Thanksgiving, if only to go home, see all my family and friends and officially be able to listen to Christmas music. Thats always been the rule in my house, we start playing Christmas music on Thanksgiving. The music lasts all day because my mom cooks all day and she says it should be that way. I have to problem with this whatsover. I enjoy the music fabulously. And its so fun to have Christmas spirit. However, if I end up with a Jew, as seems to be the case, accoridng to Cera and Vid, I cannot have too much spirit. Or actually I can. Because my Jewish husband will accept my Catholicism because he'll be open-minded like that. Nice how I bitch slap him so soon, and I haven't even met him! Oh I'm excited. Not really, marriage is creepy. Or at least the idea of being a housewife is. Meh. It will be like my dream, where I have a loft in Soho and Vid and her husband and baby come to visit me and my boyfriend. Ew. I hate this paragraph. Well I hate it as soon as I stop talking about my mother's Christmas music rule. Ha ha, every thanksgiving she wears this green dress and these red booties. Oh mom.
Essentially it sucks that there is no country music on ourtunes. I am moving in a different direction with my musical taste now, and I'm sure Danielle and Greg would be upset. Perhaps even Nutmasta and Em's, when I introduced Em to country.
My aunt got me a Halloween set of pick up sticks. For some reason I can never win that game. Drats.
I need more excitement in my life. More passion. Ah, if only.
Today an architecture freshman and an art freshman were talking about how they were going to drop their respective majors. Kinda lame if you ask me. The architecture student was just like, I don't know what they want from me! And I'm just thinking, dude, freshmen year was basically a load of bullshit, so if you can just push past that then you'll be fine. But I didn't tell her that. She should drop, because of her bad attitude. I hate people with bad attitudes almost as I hate people who waste my time, or send me mixed signals.
I guess thats it. This entry was the longest thing ever. I pretty much am obsessed with Laguna Beach and SVU. Pretty much brilliance all the way around. ok for real I'm done. I need to study for physics.