It's 4:30am. My stomach feels like it's chewing on itself and I have a splitting headache. Obviously, I can't sleep, even if my body is completely exhausted. This should make for a fun Friday ( Read more... )

Contrary to popular belief, diamonds are not a girl's best friend. Alka-seltzer and percoset are.

Family therapy dances on the edges of interesting, and it's a damn shame. I'd rather be doing macro. That needs to be a bumper sticker.

Sick, bored, annoyed. This bra is uncomfortable and I'm on a crash course straight back to my fat pants. I put mascara and eyeliner on today, even though I know it makes my eyes hurt by the end of the day. I'm stuck going to class and sitting in the computer lab for two hours learning how to use SPSS ( Read more... )

They're probably cancelling Studio 60. As much as I'm looking forward to The Black Donnellys, I really resent the show for taking Studio 60's slot.

Fuck. I'm really depressed about this.

I am going to go insane. I have literally been stared at for the entire shift. When I'm eating, when I'm reading, when I'm doing dishes, even when I'm sleeping. She literally came into my room and fucking stared at me ( Read more... )

I say that I'm not looking forward to work today, but when I think about it, if I had to stay in this house for another few days, I'd go fucking nuts. I went out last night for about two hours to pick up the new Fall Out Boy. I downloaded it, but Pete Wentz made me feel guilty so I had to go buy it. Fucker. I felt especially sorry for them when on ( Read more... )

Ohmigod, I hate this. I hate having three clients.

( In Which I say why I hate having three clients )

No one can say that I don't come naturally by my flair for the dramatic. Last night, I started leaving to go pick up some groceries. I had my coat on, my purse packed, my list, my keys and Mom picks that moment to tell me she's going in for surgery on the 4th ( Read more... )

Okay, so my financial clearance is all done for school, which is a big relief. And yet, I'm still fretting because I have something called an "Admission Hold." It says I haven't been admitted. What!? I have the letter! You can't take it back!!

I have this horrible image of someone actually reading my application and going "Whoa! How the hell did ( Read more... )

( Cut for Considerable Whininess )