virtuous sensibility.escape velocity.
Story of my life, my plan to get up early and read was fouled by my deep love for my bed and sleep. I'm currently caffeinating, and I did read for close to an hour, but the things my eyes were doing with the words on the page were enough to make me back up and go, whoa. Such a hopeless addict. I'm trying not to get stressed out. All of the stuff that needs to be done for Friday is fairly mindless. The research paper gives me occasional panic attacks, but I keep trying to remind myself that it's only a second-year History course and there are A LOT of dumbasses in that class. And I will not give a flying poop about the paper once it's handed in. Which at this point, I'm anticipating to happen two days after it's technically due.
Yesterday I received a letter from the head of the English department, congratulating me on earning A's in both of my English courses last term. I found this somewhat random, and fairly "cool, whatever" until I saw the word 'scholarships'...you mean they have those at MUN...and now that I have shed my FYP grade and have a semi-respectable GPA I could get in on that action...oooh investigation will be carried out. I am so close to being what we commonly refer to as 'fucking broke'.
Also yesterday, I heard from my uncle Sam, who my Dad had mentioned would be visiting the rock sometime over the next couple months (much to his disgust, I'm sure). Turns out he's going to be here next week, so we have plans for Friday night! It's always nice to have visitors (even if they're not technically here to see me).
This KD doesn't taste very sharp cheddar...but it does have marginally more flavour than the original stuff. They need to bring out new shapes. That would make my life.
Christine was in last night when I was working. She was acting normal, although I'm not sure she knows that I know about her freakout. Meh, as long as she's not going to be a shithead to my face, she can throw all the hissy fits she wants; I'm still not in the wrong.
This is a sickness. I have 2097 songs in my iTunes library and there is NOTHING I really want to listen to. Bah.
Hah. I was sitting with Rhonda yesterday before my shift started, and I pulled out the book I'm reading for my review, Defending Intellectual Freedom: The Library and the Censor. She goes, "Oh is that for school? Why do they always have to pick the most boring books for you guys to read?" I laughed and informed her that this one is self-induced. And then went and cried. I wanted to anyway.
I want a new job for summer. I don't want to be stuck in a mall wearing all black. Living in the mall last summer was bad enough and I could basically do and wear whatever the fuck I wanted. Drinking wine from styrofoam cups would not fly at Second Cup. I want decent hours, good pay (as in NOT 7 fucking 25 an hour - post raise), close to home (meaning downtown). I realize none of you live here, but if you have any epiphanies, please share. Oh and I hate stupid people (duh), so minimal numbers of those too.
To finish: Wishing the happiest of birthdays to my wonderful Marc. I would give so much to be there with you. <3
Yesterday I received a letter from the head of the English department, congratulating me on earning A's in both of my English courses last term. I found this somewhat random, and fairly "cool, whatever" until I saw the word 'scholarships'...you mean they have those at MUN...and now that I have shed my FYP grade and have a semi-respectable GPA I could get in on that action...oooh investigation will be carried out. I am so close to being what we commonly refer to as 'fucking broke'.
Also yesterday, I heard from my uncle Sam, who my Dad had mentioned would be visiting the rock sometime over the next couple months (much to his disgust, I'm sure). Turns out he's going to be here next week, so we have plans for Friday night! It's always nice to have visitors (even if they're not technically here to see me).
This KD doesn't taste very sharp cheddar...but it does have marginally more flavour than the original stuff. They need to bring out new shapes. That would make my life.
Christine was in last night when I was working. She was acting normal, although I'm not sure she knows that I know about her freakout. Meh, as long as she's not going to be a shithead to my face, she can throw all the hissy fits she wants; I'm still not in the wrong.
This is a sickness. I have 2097 songs in my iTunes library and there is NOTHING I really want to listen to. Bah.
Hah. I was sitting with Rhonda yesterday before my shift started, and I pulled out the book I'm reading for my review, Defending Intellectual Freedom: The Library and the Censor. She goes, "Oh is that for school? Why do they always have to pick the most boring books for you guys to read?" I laughed and informed her that this one is self-induced. And then went and cried. I wanted to anyway.
I want a new job for summer. I don't want to be stuck in a mall wearing all black. Living in the mall last summer was bad enough and I could basically do and wear whatever the fuck I wanted. Drinking wine from styrofoam cups would not fly at Second Cup. I want decent hours, good pay (as in NOT 7 fucking 25 an hour - post raise), close to home (meaning downtown). I realize none of you live here, but if you have any epiphanies, please share. Oh and I hate stupid people (duh), so minimal numbers of those too.
To finish: Wishing the happiest of birthdays to my wonderful Marc. I would give so much to be there with you. <3