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Back on March 16th I started but never finished an entry that said "sick and tired of being tired, of feeling full of dread, of being the peacekeeper. I don't want to do this anymore. I can't. I won't. And the song of the day was "Shout" by Tears for Fears. I probably wouldn't have added anything else to be honest.
March 17th. I worked but left early because it was tortuously slow and it was st patrick's day. I kind of like celebrating that day. And in fact I did have a potato. I think. Or maybe it was the day before. I know that I didn't actually end up doing much of celebrating. And last week I had spring break and did a whole lot of nothing. I was disappointed and let me tell you it definitely came back to bite me in the arse.
I barely slept last night and nearly didn't make it to work due to pulling together a huge project that was supposed to have been a group effort but in the end was an independent project. Coming up with a personality scale theory and assessment and scoring measure and evaluation and a paper reporting on the process and how it is projected to work. I finished all of that with 2 hours to spare before the deadline. And now, for the next four weeks I have to research it by actually giving people the assessment, collecting all the data, and coming up with conclusive findings. It is basically a big theoretical science project. The other three girls in the group are total (I put the word "expletives" here by itself and livejournal left it out of my entry lol) and they can just... yeah. I stayed up all night wednesday doing homework in the law class and sorely suffered the next morning while in class. In between classes I got like 10 calls from mom saying that she was deathly ill and needed me to come back from orlando asap. I skipped an exam review to rush and collect my things and return to melbourne. On the way my mom called and said not to worry about getting any food for her on the way (she had asked to do so in a phone call previous to that). I get there and she tells me she's feeling better and that she actually didn't need me to take her to the dr. after all and I had taken too long to get there... from Orlando. It was obnoxious. And then she wanted to go shopping. I don't doubt that she gets very sick, I see it but how does she feel like shopping when she feels half dead?
I'm tired. I think I could be described as cranky too. This is the kind of stuff you've been missing without my open to the public postings.
March 17th. I worked but left early because it was tortuously slow and it was st patrick's day. I kind of like celebrating that day. And in fact I did have a potato. I think. Or maybe it was the day before. I know that I didn't actually end up doing much of celebrating. And last week I had spring break and did a whole lot of nothing. I was disappointed and let me tell you it definitely came back to bite me in the arse.
I barely slept last night and nearly didn't make it to work due to pulling together a huge project that was supposed to have been a group effort but in the end was an independent project. Coming up with a personality scale theory and assessment and scoring measure and evaluation and a paper reporting on the process and how it is projected to work. I finished all of that with 2 hours to spare before the deadline. And now, for the next four weeks I have to research it by actually giving people the assessment, collecting all the data, and coming up with conclusive findings. It is basically a big theoretical science project. The other three girls in the group are total (I put the word "expletives" here by itself and livejournal left it out of my entry lol) and they can just... yeah. I stayed up all night wednesday doing homework in the law class and sorely suffered the next morning while in class. In between classes I got like 10 calls from mom saying that she was deathly ill and needed me to come back from orlando asap. I skipped an exam review to rush and collect my things and return to melbourne. On the way my mom called and said not to worry about getting any food for her on the way (she had asked to do so in a phone call previous to that). I get there and she tells me she's feeling better and that she actually didn't need me to take her to the dr. after all and I had taken too long to get there... from Orlando. It was obnoxious. And then she wanted to go shopping. I don't doubt that she gets very sick, I see it but how does she feel like shopping when she feels half dead?
I'm tired. I think I could be described as cranky too. This is the kind of stuff you've been missing without my open to the public postings.