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"Snorf,.."
May. 3rd, 2002 10:21 am...one of my favorite onomatopoeias.
gahh.. I have to sit on the opposite side of the bank of computers here in the lab from this really irritating group of loud females, who aren't even doing homework, but sound more akin to a pack of wild chickens...
Anywho, hauled ass and did one of the journalism articles last night, and edited one of the Mag. writing articles, all so I could go watch Spidy in Lowel. We got to Lowel, with tickets in hand, but the movie didn't happen. Stupid internet glitch-fuckups. Oh well. Just served to remind me that there's a vast network of people I don't get to hang out with often, that I would like to know better, but often feel second string to. But I feel second string to just about everyone lately, so it's no biggie.
Got up late this morning, got nothing done, but went to my meeting. It was good, we got a paper revamped, so now I can get all silly Mag. articles out of the way faster.
The massive amounts of ammocicilian I'm on seem to be doing the trick, but I still feel like ass a great deal of the time. I'm leaning toward the lack of sleep and the overdosing on stress as a cause.
Not going up to the event early tonight because cervantes is too busy. Whatever. Probably just wants to fawn over his new computer. *insert look of disgust, a short tirade about living within your fucking means, and a flaming 'whatever.'*
I don't know how things are going as far as that's concerned. I took a few steps back to distance myself from the situation to get a better look at what's going on, and now I just feel completely out of it. Maybe this is a hint. I dunno. Most of the time I feel that I should just stop my whining. I'm finding it hard to live with myself. I'm awfully critical of everything I do. blagh.
Should go pick up check and cash it. Need paycheck badly. But I don't feel like walking. Just too tired. Maybe I'll head back to my room and find something to snack on. Human needs food, badly.
- K.
gahh.. I have to sit on the opposite side of the bank of computers here in the lab from this really irritating group of loud females, who aren't even doing homework, but sound more akin to a pack of wild chickens...
Anywho, hauled ass and did one of the journalism articles last night, and edited one of the Mag. writing articles, all so I could go watch Spidy in Lowel. We got to Lowel, with tickets in hand, but the movie didn't happen. Stupid internet glitch-fuckups. Oh well. Just served to remind me that there's a vast network of people I don't get to hang out with often, that I would like to know better, but often feel second string to. But I feel second string to just about everyone lately, so it's no biggie.
Got up late this morning, got nothing done, but went to my meeting. It was good, we got a paper revamped, so now I can get all silly Mag. articles out of the way faster.
The massive amounts of ammocicilian I'm on seem to be doing the trick, but I still feel like ass a great deal of the time. I'm leaning toward the lack of sleep and the overdosing on stress as a cause.
Not going up to the event early tonight because cervantes is too busy. Whatever. Probably just wants to fawn over his new computer. *insert look of disgust, a short tirade about living within your fucking means, and a flaming 'whatever.'*
I don't know how things are going as far as that's concerned. I took a few steps back to distance myself from the situation to get a better look at what's going on, and now I just feel completely out of it. Maybe this is a hint. I dunno. Most of the time I feel that I should just stop my whining. I'm finding it hard to live with myself. I'm awfully critical of everything I do. blagh.
Should go pick up check and cash it. Need paycheck badly. But I don't feel like walking. Just too tired. Maybe I'll head back to my room and find something to snack on. Human needs food, badly.
- K.
