BORED
Just watched Con-air. It was stupid. No one is that self-less. Sometimes self preservation is better, selfish yes, but better. Course then there would be no movie, but hey, whatever.
I have a beach day off from work tomorrow. I don't know what I am going to do with myself because honestly my weekends are just meaningless hours strung together that I fill with movies and naps and eating. At the same time there is so little work at work that sleeping on the job isn't nearly as appealing as sleeping in my own bed. At least there is no guilt associated with sleeping in my bed. Maybe I will go into Boston and enterain myself. I don't really need new clothes. I could use some new polo shirts, but that's about it. I e-mailed Kit and Manj about hanging out with me, but they haven't e-mailed me back yet.
I want my reimbursement check. People need to get on the ball. This is why I hate the way Wellesley organizations work. I hate fronting my own money because sometimes it takes so long. I also hate people who owe me money and never pay me back. They need to be admonished, but when you know they're broke, you feel bad doing it. You also feel bad loaning money because then you look like a curmudgeon [this is a great word and i have been waiting for awhile to use it in conversation].
My _Architecture in the United States_ book is not well written. While it makes some insightful points the insight is often buried under a pompous scholarly tone and too much vaguery. Specificity is not a vice.
I think my birth control is bringing out my pet peeves. Things exasperate me much more quickly now then they did a few months ago. I should change it or I should go off of it. Going off would be cheaper, but now that I'm used to the hormones will going off them screw with my metabolism. I do not want to get fat. I could care less if it negatively effects my period. Or if I get cramps. I also can't decide whether my headaches are tension related or bc related. Hmmm. . .
I need to go bring a programming form to my RD. Super fun.
I have a beach day off from work tomorrow. I don't know what I am going to do with myself because honestly my weekends are just meaningless hours strung together that I fill with movies and naps and eating. At the same time there is so little work at work that sleeping on the job isn't nearly as appealing as sleeping in my own bed. At least there is no guilt associated with sleeping in my bed. Maybe I will go into Boston and enterain myself. I don't really need new clothes. I could use some new polo shirts, but that's about it. I e-mailed Kit and Manj about hanging out with me, but they haven't e-mailed me back yet.
I want my reimbursement check. People need to get on the ball. This is why I hate the way Wellesley organizations work. I hate fronting my own money because sometimes it takes so long. I also hate people who owe me money and never pay me back. They need to be admonished, but when you know they're broke, you feel bad doing it. You also feel bad loaning money because then you look like a curmudgeon [this is a great word and i have been waiting for awhile to use it in conversation].
My _Architecture in the United States_ book is not well written. While it makes some insightful points the insight is often buried under a pompous scholarly tone and too much vaguery. Specificity is not a vice.
I think my birth control is bringing out my pet peeves. Things exasperate me much more quickly now then they did a few months ago. I should change it or I should go off of it. Going off would be cheaper, but now that I'm used to the hormones will going off them screw with my metabolism. I do not want to get fat. I could care less if it negatively effects my period. Or if I get cramps. I also can't decide whether my headaches are tension related or bc related. Hmmm. . .
I need to go bring a programming form to my RD. Super fun.