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Quarter to nine, I'm at work. Fog is freaking everywhere. In light of the weather, I share with you all this treasure from my childhood:
Narufag is here again today, with a cold so obnoxious I can hear it from two meters away. Just cough already, dude. Your disgusting throat-clearing is driving me crazy. I also sincerely hope I don't catch whatever it is that he has, mostly because Mom promised she'd take me to Ikea on Saturday and I am not missing that for the world.
My $0.01 textbook still hasn't arrived yet, which makes me sincerely worried because today and tomorrow are the last days I can return the 10th edition that I bought originally. Given that tomorrow I have six straight hours of lectures to sit through, I can't think of any time when I can run across campus (it's a small place, but still) to get my $135 back. Incidentally, I'm pretty sure we have a test on Monday. Need to ask European Freeware Guy on which chapters it overs. Hopefully it'll only be up till chapter five, which means I can safely return my textbook today and not worry about falling behind.
Speaking of Scandinavian things, Freaky was kind enough to translate a recipe for danish butter cookies for me~ I'll have to see if we have some almonds first, though. And, well... find the time/energy/inspiration to bake stuff and not feel like I'm probably going to burn everything. Aaaaaaand this Saturday I've made it my mission to go and have some real Swedish meatballs at Ikea while we're there. Considering they're so inexpensive, it's kind of a crime not to. I should buy some lingonberry jam while I'm at it too, and maybe some kind of storage stuff. ... or a lamp. Everyone likes lamps.
Honestly though lately I just find myself without any energy or will to do much of anything. My brain feels like an large empty hall, full of faint echoes that disappear shortly after they surface. I feel terrible about having to make up excuses and turn people down ("Oh, I have a lot of reading to do that weekend", or "I think my mom wanted me to clean my room, sorry") just because I can't bring myself to expend any energy on being sociable and smiling and looking nice. There's a feeling that keeps tugging at my sleeve, every time, that they're just faking it, that in reality they're laughing at me behind my back.
It's paranoid, and I don't like it.
Click to viewNarufag is here again today, with a cold so obnoxious I can hear it from two meters away. Just cough already, dude. Your disgusting throat-clearing is driving me crazy. I also sincerely hope I don't catch whatever it is that he has, mostly because Mom promised she'd take me to Ikea on Saturday and I am not missing that for the world.
My $0.01 textbook still hasn't arrived yet, which makes me sincerely worried because today and tomorrow are the last days I can return the 10th edition that I bought originally. Given that tomorrow I have six straight hours of lectures to sit through, I can't think of any time when I can run across campus (it's a small place, but still) to get my $135 back. Incidentally, I'm pretty sure we have a test on Monday. Need to ask European Freeware Guy on which chapters it overs. Hopefully it'll only be up till chapter five, which means I can safely return my textbook today and not worry about falling behind.
Speaking of Scandinavian things, Freaky was kind enough to translate a recipe for danish butter cookies for me~ I'll have to see if we have some almonds first, though. And, well... find the time/energy/inspiration to bake stuff and not feel like I'm probably going to burn everything. Aaaaaaand this Saturday I've made it my mission to go and have some real Swedish meatballs at Ikea while we're there. Considering they're so inexpensive, it's kind of a crime not to. I should buy some lingonberry jam while I'm at it too, and maybe some kind of storage stuff. ... or a lamp. Everyone likes lamps.
Honestly though lately I just find myself without any energy or will to do much of anything. My brain feels like an large empty hall, full of faint echoes that disappear shortly after they surface. I feel terrible about having to make up excuses and turn people down ("Oh, I have a lot of reading to do that weekend", or "I think my mom wanted me to clean my room, sorry") just because I can't bring myself to expend any energy on being sociable and smiling and looking nice. There's a feeling that keeps tugging at my sleeve, every time, that they're just faking it, that in reality they're laughing at me behind my back.
It's paranoid, and I don't like it.