All you are is brainwashed
What a long weekend. My weekend was so long it managed to run into Mon and Tues. I went to OKC. All I have to say is FUCK OKLAHOMA. I'll explain later, but this latest trip has reassured my belief that Oklahoma is hell on earth and i'm never going to back. I went to the Farmer's Market downtown Sunday and picked up some pomegranates and a little pumpkin for work. I was all excited about Halloween until I found out that my room is the room that has to decorate the large area in the front of the school with 3-D art and my room is the room that has to put on the haunted house for our fall carnival. Yeah, it sounded fun until I realized how much work it is going to be. In two days I have developed a distaste for black paint and butcher paper.
So turns out I have to go back to the dr. to get my thyroid meds altered and get back on my oh so fun ADD meds. When i'm taking real easy classes that involve no homework and I dont really have to pay attention my problems arent noticeable, but when I actually have to take a class that involves actually doing something besides showing up i'm fucked. Like right now, I should be writing my journal review. Am I? No, I have found away to fuck around and not do it. The sad thing is, I know what i want to write about and what i want to say, but when i go to write it my thoughts are so scrambled I cant get the words to come out. So back to the forced concentration pills.
Ryan picked up a night shift tonight. At first I was upset that I would be alone late at night, but now i'm glad he's gone. We went to the mall this evening and he lost his fucking mind. I mean he blew a fucking gasket. Why you ask? Because I said something and he took it the complete wrong way. In his mind what I said meant something completely opposite than what I said. Seriously, what he heard was a far cry from what I said. I guess he just needed some attention and this was his way to get it. Whatever though, I dont tolerate tantrums in public. It will be so nice to have the whole bed to myself.
Enough procrastination, back to pretending to work.
So turns out I have to go back to the dr. to get my thyroid meds altered and get back on my oh so fun ADD meds. When i'm taking real easy classes that involve no homework and I dont really have to pay attention my problems arent noticeable, but when I actually have to take a class that involves actually doing something besides showing up i'm fucked. Like right now, I should be writing my journal review. Am I? No, I have found away to fuck around and not do it. The sad thing is, I know what i want to write about and what i want to say, but when i go to write it my thoughts are so scrambled I cant get the words to come out. So back to the forced concentration pills.
Ryan picked up a night shift tonight. At first I was upset that I would be alone late at night, but now i'm glad he's gone. We went to the mall this evening and he lost his fucking mind. I mean he blew a fucking gasket. Why you ask? Because I said something and he took it the complete wrong way. In his mind what I said meant something completely opposite than what I said. Seriously, what he heard was a far cry from what I said. I guess he just needed some attention and this was his way to get it. Whatever though, I dont tolerate tantrums in public. It will be so nice to have the whole bed to myself.
Enough procrastination, back to pretending to work.