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So what I've learned this week is that even though this band reminds me of really bad times I cannot help but listen to them because they are that fucking good. Also that my new roommates are going to be lovely (have I mentioned that Chris drives trains? For some reason I find that really amazing), that my mother is less of a douchebag than I had previously thought (actually more or less an angel for fronting me my rent with very little yelling until I get student loan/bursary/whatever), and that people change very little. Being able to make up with particular exes with whom friendship at all was a write-off feels really good.
I have done absolutely nothing productive today and do feel kind of bad. Women's studies paper got an extension- nmeaning I will procrastinate further- meaning I am fucked. Weird that I only know that I've been working on this for a fucking month because it's spanned two periods.
At least the ol' womb's good for one thing.
I am broke and hungry and literally cannot afford to buy food. Fuck. Just when I actually get a fucking kitchen. Honestly, though, I'd rather die than ask the folks for any other money. I only brought the rent thing up with Mom because I had zero other options short of selling my goddamn body.
I have to move on Sunday. And buy furniture, and borrow a car. Where the money for this is coming from, I have no idea. But I am really looking forward to it- I can stop feeling like I have to censor myself and cut the people who hate me for not shaving my armpits out of my life. This is why I came to vancouver! hurrah!
I'm going busking tomorrow, hopefully to render myself slightly less entangled in the throes of poverty. Feel bad because it's been two weeks since I've gone to FNB but my reality is being checked thoroughly enough that I can handle it. I do miss occaisional exchanges with probably-straight-crush-woman. Sigh.
Ahhhhhh.
Fail.
I have done absolutely nothing productive today and do feel kind of bad. Women's studies paper got an extension- nmeaning I will procrastinate further- meaning I am fucked. Weird that I only know that I've been working on this for a fucking month because it's spanned two periods.
At least the ol' womb's good for one thing.
I am broke and hungry and literally cannot afford to buy food. Fuck. Just when I actually get a fucking kitchen. Honestly, though, I'd rather die than ask the folks for any other money. I only brought the rent thing up with Mom because I had zero other options short of selling my goddamn body.
I have to move on Sunday. And buy furniture, and borrow a car. Where the money for this is coming from, I have no idea. But I am really looking forward to it- I can stop feeling like I have to censor myself and cut the people who hate me for not shaving my armpits out of my life. This is why I came to vancouver! hurrah!
I'm going busking tomorrow, hopefully to render myself slightly less entangled in the throes of poverty. Feel bad because it's been two weeks since I've gone to FNB but my reality is being checked thoroughly enough that I can handle it. I do miss occaisional exchanges with probably-straight-crush-woman. Sigh.
Ahhhhhh.
Fail.