I have cut off all my hair
Well, not all of it. But I have regressed two years to my vietnamese-boy cut, and in some places it is just three inches long. Lovely. I'm not cutting it again until at least a year. Randy has five times as much hair as I do.
On another note, I have discovered how to make work bearable.
Audiobooks.
Yay audiobooks. You can download them from the library, apearently, and listen to them, which is pretty sweet. But now I'm having trouble getting it to work, so excessive CD burning is taking place. But anything to stop the msiery...
Not that my job is that terrible. I realize I've learned a lot from my lab, over the years, but maybe its time to stop. (I said this last year, remember? Maybe I'll do something more interesting next year...)
I'm getting sick of my mother already. All the nagging and the smothering. Half the time I'm guilted into whatever because she's being so nice and the other times she just bitches at me. Lovely. So when does school start?
Not to send the wrong message. I love my mom and I'm a mature adolescent now so I can handle my relationship with my mother maturely.
Being on such an emotional maturity level means that I squeek for joy when I get an AIM and a phone call from certain persons (note singular in both cases; this is cause of much resentment, but it's infinite increase from zero is much appreciated). Squeek.
It was funny. He called me in the middle of dinner, and sounded alive. I do not sound alive. I am not having the wild nights I had last year, and the work really begins to beat me when I don't have anything to boost me back up. It sucks the soul out of you. You get a bone weariness that saps any will to do anything but just flop and breathe, and breathe, gosh, that's such hard work already...
But maybe with the audiobooks it'll be better. And I can ask if I can work on something else. Besides plotting. Holy fuck, plotting.
On another note, I have discovered how to make work bearable.
Audiobooks.
Yay audiobooks. You can download them from the library, apearently, and listen to them, which is pretty sweet. But now I'm having trouble getting it to work, so excessive CD burning is taking place. But anything to stop the msiery...
Not that my job is that terrible. I realize I've learned a lot from my lab, over the years, but maybe its time to stop. (I said this last year, remember? Maybe I'll do something more interesting next year...)
I'm getting sick of my mother already. All the nagging and the smothering. Half the time I'm guilted into whatever because she's being so nice and the other times she just bitches at me. Lovely. So when does school start?
Not to send the wrong message. I love my mom and I'm a mature adolescent now so I can handle my relationship with my mother maturely.
Being on such an emotional maturity level means that I squeek for joy when I get an AIM and a phone call from certain persons (note singular in both cases; this is cause of much resentment, but it's infinite increase from zero is much appreciated). Squeek.
It was funny. He called me in the middle of dinner, and sounded alive. I do not sound alive. I am not having the wild nights I had last year, and the work really begins to beat me when I don't have anything to boost me back up. It sucks the soul out of you. You get a bone weariness that saps any will to do anything but just flop and breathe, and breathe, gosh, that's such hard work already...
But maybe with the audiobooks it'll be better. And I can ask if I can work on something else. Besides plotting. Holy fuck, plotting.