Today is kind of better…it’s payday, but I haven’t gotten my check yet. Usually she hands them our later than noon. Perhaps. I really don’t remember. I’ve been typing letters all morning. I’m glad it’s not Friday or I’d be here for ever. Tom told me to scan in some photos, but didn’t tell me how big to scan them in. isn’t that nice of him? Why can’t he fucking scan them in, it takes all of two minutes. Loser. Well, on the bright side, I’m not feeling as sick as I did yesterday, but I might ge worse tomorrow. Did I blog last night? Let’s see…nope, I didn’t blog at all. Well, I met that cute red-haired guy from Sammie’s math class yesterday and he complimented my “personal sense of style.” Sweet. Later that day, Amanda had yet another emotional collapse *yawn* and kept talking about hurting herself *double-yawn*. I just hate when people do stuff for attention. She is mentally unstable and she is not fit to be editor. I’m really sick of these childish breakdowns. I had this really weird dream about her and her parents. Did I mention it was really weird?
Wrote the outline for my English essay, I hope to have some time to work on it today. I’m learning to hate Lynda Hays (as if I needed to learn). She sent me this condiscending e-mail, which I will post:
“I still have not seen this picture in the paper. Please print along with the complete article and list of students’ names.
Thank you.
Lynda”
In e-mails like that, “thank you” is synonymous with “fuck you.”
Molly just called and they’re having a layout session and are dying because they don’t know anything about InDesign. I’m going to go and help them, I’ll probably miss art, but who freaking cares?