Sep 02, 2010 15:53
Today was. . . one of those days. Is one of those days, because it's not even bloody over yet. You know when you sort of feel like you really want to cry but your eyes are just perfectly dry? Yeah.
I'm just so damn tired.
You'd think after three years of college I'd of figured out by now that I am physically incapable of doing online classes. But no. No, I just had to have four of them this semester.
And you'd think I'd be able to finish one of the eighteen different fics I've started. Hah! You're cute. I've got writer's block right to the side of the head.
And you'd think by this point in my life I'd be able to politely say "hey, you're nice, but why don't we just stay friends?" Bzzt. Wrong.
Worst not-date ever today. See, when Savy says, "Let's go to the beach!" She means, "Let's go to the beach!" When Guy From Art Class I'm Not Dating But Oh Fuck I Just Said Yes When He Asked Me Out Take It Back Take It Back It's Too Late Dammit says, "Let's go to the beach," what he apparently means is "Let's hike up a sodding cliff while Savy is wearing three-inch heels and a long skirt."
And he didn't even offer me a hand when I was tripping down the hill and jumping off rocks and about to break my neck.
Chivalry is dead. My fries were cold. My feet hurt. My skirt is ripped. There is absolutely no possibility of a relationship with this guy. He's far too nice for me, and he thinks Eragon is quality writing.
Do any of these things mean I said "No" when he asked me out? You guessed it. Ha ha, me. Joke's on you, because you're a fucking idiot. Nice going.
He is a nice guy, you know. Like I said, probably too nice for me. I'd eat him alive. He's just. . . so normal. He gets this amusing little expression of shock whenever I say. . . basically anything I usually say. Which was entertaining, but. . .
Argh. Argh argh argh. I am a moron. Eragon, for god's sake!
(Okay, look, I liked Eragon when I first read it but I can look back with an objective eye and see its flaws, yeah? Lots and lots of flaws. I can appreciate it as escapist fluff but I don't really consider it the paramount of literature, now do I? My tastes have improved. *goes back to reading crappy fanfiction*)
And I'm coming down with something. In August.
Bugger me.
So, yeah. Bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch. Woe is me. My life is so hard. Angst, angst, etc.
*deep breath* With any luck I'll channel all this into writing porn, yeah? Cheers.
and I really need a fucking cup of tea but there's no damn hot water in the new office oh god just kill me now
oh the humanity,
cabbages and kings