Cold fingers and toes.
The time of year has arrived, where my fingers and toes will be constantly cold until at least February. I do not enjoy this but it does remind me that it is winter time(don't start with technical bullshit, I hate that). Winter is really very lovely but the wind and cold means nothing to me without snow to accompany it. I live for snow. I got a beautiful red coat that I can not wait to show off in a couple of weeks. I am very excited.
In other news, I am in the library and there is a boy sitting two seats down from me playing Beyonce, with no headphones.
1. I think this is very rude, it IS a library. Be kind and use headphones.
2. I can't fucking stand her. The radio stations should stop replaying her songs every hour on the hour. It's absurd.
But, what do I know? I am just bitching.
Classes are quite overwhelming at the moment. I need to read a 420 page book before the 14th. God only knows how I will complete that along with the 20 other things I have due next week. I am staying focused. After next week absolute relief will take over. I will finally catch my breathe and mentally prepare myself for the following month. I plan on working a lot for the remainder of the month so I can travel to Chicago the week before classes begin. I am in extremely high hopes that everything falls into place the way I invision it. I will keep my fingers crossed.
All of this school business has left me feeling unsure about my birthday. I would rather not celebrate it at all if I know it will be a miserable stressful day. I am trying to avoid that by cramming now. A birthday during finals week is the ultimate pits of hell. In reality, I could care less about my birthday because I already feel older than I am. It won't do anything for me to call myself 19. It makes me feel like a child. It's accepted. End of story.
I am yerning for the new year more than ever. It is strange how I didn't want last year to end but this year, it isn't happening fast enough. The way I see it, this year almost nothing for me. It was good and immediately went straight into Lucifer's hands. I have a very strong feeling about next year. I am filled with hope and drive. And just to add a bit of nonsense to this...2007. 27 in my lucky number. I'm going to make something amazing happen. haha.
I need to go creep around the halls and make my way up to the 3D lab so I can torture my arms with banging heavy objects and my ears by having to listen to hammers and chisels. Wish me luck.
Xo,
The working girl,
Stacey
In other news, I am in the library and there is a boy sitting two seats down from me playing Beyonce, with no headphones.
1. I think this is very rude, it IS a library. Be kind and use headphones.
2. I can't fucking stand her. The radio stations should stop replaying her songs every hour on the hour. It's absurd.
But, what do I know? I am just bitching.
Classes are quite overwhelming at the moment. I need to read a 420 page book before the 14th. God only knows how I will complete that along with the 20 other things I have due next week. I am staying focused. After next week absolute relief will take over. I will finally catch my breathe and mentally prepare myself for the following month. I plan on working a lot for the remainder of the month so I can travel to Chicago the week before classes begin. I am in extremely high hopes that everything falls into place the way I invision it. I will keep my fingers crossed.
All of this school business has left me feeling unsure about my birthday. I would rather not celebrate it at all if I know it will be a miserable stressful day. I am trying to avoid that by cramming now. A birthday during finals week is the ultimate pits of hell. In reality, I could care less about my birthday because I already feel older than I am. It won't do anything for me to call myself 19. It makes me feel like a child. It's accepted. End of story.
I am yerning for the new year more than ever. It is strange how I didn't want last year to end but this year, it isn't happening fast enough. The way I see it, this year almost nothing for me. It was good and immediately went straight into Lucifer's hands. I have a very strong feeling about next year. I am filled with hope and drive. And just to add a bit of nonsense to this...2007. 27 in my lucky number. I'm going to make something amazing happen. haha.
I need to go creep around the halls and make my way up to the 3D lab so I can torture my arms with banging heavy objects and my ears by having to listen to hammers and chisels. Wish me luck.
Xo,
The working girl,
Stacey