Good Morning. I'm not wearing pants yet.
I've got a bit of a problem in typing up this entry after not putting anything in the livejournal for so long. Namely, I have so much that has happened, that I cannot remember all of it, and I fear that it isn't really interesting enough to talk about.
Well. I still don't have a job, a girlfriend, or a clue. Those are my stasis points. Now, of course, school will be over an done tomorrow. [Thank you, God.} On Thursday, free from any final exam stress or other school influences, I have to go get a job. Not "go look for a job" or "think about employment", but get a job.
Faack.
And today is going to be, as everyone else has already pointed out, long. Between the stand in line, the movie itself, and then my exams FIVE hours later... I may not leave a sane man. And I might end up writing my Renaissance Final essay on Tolkien in some horrid round-about way. SPEAKING OF. What the hell is going on? Am I meeting up with somebody? Keegan? Goddammit, I better get a phone call on-
-My new pimp-ass phone... which isn't. It's the same one I've always had, it's just the new model of that same crap phone. But it does play Bald Mountain, and it doesn't fuck around when it does that. So, I guess that's a good thing.
And last night, I had a dream that I was Ewan McGreggor. Take that as you wish.
Arg. Rrrrg. Blaaarg. Screw it.
[He's crawled back into his bed, and just gave me the finger. -Editor]
Well. I still don't have a job, a girlfriend, or a clue. Those are my stasis points. Now, of course, school will be over an done tomorrow. [Thank you, God.} On Thursday, free from any final exam stress or other school influences, I have to go get a job. Not "go look for a job" or "think about employment", but get a job.
Faack.
And today is going to be, as everyone else has already pointed out, long. Between the stand in line, the movie itself, and then my exams FIVE hours later... I may not leave a sane man. And I might end up writing my Renaissance Final essay on Tolkien in some horrid round-about way. SPEAKING OF. What the hell is going on? Am I meeting up with somebody? Keegan? Goddammit, I better get a phone call on-
-My new pimp-ass phone... which isn't. It's the same one I've always had, it's just the new model of that same crap phone. But it does play Bald Mountain, and it doesn't fuck around when it does that. So, I guess that's a good thing.
And last night, I had a dream that I was Ewan McGreggor. Take that as you wish.
Arg. Rrrrg. Blaaarg. Screw it.
[He's crawled back into his bed, and just gave me the finger. -Editor]