How does one ... God, I don't even know for sure what it is I want to say. So everything has pretty much gone to hell, in a way, in the past five or six weeks. Everything shitty in my life that could ever kind of happened, happened ( Read more... )

It's been a bit of a weird week. It's one thing after another and I'm starting to lose whatever little patience I have, what little mind I have as well. It's been complicated and horrible and I hate having nervous breakdowns but sometimes you just gotta have them. *sighs ( Read more... )

So, supposedly in February we hold a summer shift, meaning we work only from 8am-1.30pm. At least, most of the departments of the university do. However, Engineer Olcese says that the lab should work until 5pm, like usual. Viviana last week mentioned how when she was just starting here, she used to stay until 5pm all alone. Now, it's my turn ( Read more... )

More than a few things to say this time around ( Read more... )

I think I need a cleansing or something ( Read more... )

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year 2009!May all your wishes and desires come to fructition this year, may you conquer the fanfic, the fandom and the world. May we be able to finish the year with a sense of accomplishment never quite felt that high and deep before. May we rule with an iron fist and a slashy smirk on our lips. May we be ourselves ( Read more... )

Sometimes I wonder why I keep doing this, why I even fucking care. People, my friends, supposedly, tell me that it's an exercise in futility to even try and have a relationship with someone that's on the other side of the Atlantic, and most times I tell them to fuck off and mind their own business. And others, well, others it does feel as such, and ( Read more... )

There are times, like now, when I hate him. I hate him with the heat of a thousand suns and I wish... god, I wish very bad things happen to him, like he spills coffee all over his shirt in his way to work ( Read more... )

I hate him, I hate him. I HATE him. Half the time I really freaking hate him. I wonder how I can possibly put up with this shit any longer when I'm trying TO MAKE NICE he goes and says, you know what, go on and cool it off and I just want to say to him, up yours, but I can't because he's a freaking ocean away and I just have to type it up instead ( Read more... )

I'm bored out of my mind. No, really. I am! The thing is, god, it's 11.25pm and I've been meeting Jose at 11pm on weeknights, and then at midnight on weekends. *yawns* He's seven hours ahead, so we meet at 12/7 so we can sleep a little bit more on the weekends (him) or because we can sleep more on the weekends (me). Still, going to bed so late it's ( Read more... )