off work

Uncategorized — A. @ 4:33 pm

I’m off work and there’s nobody at the college. I’m really glad Amanda isn’t here, I really do not want to deal with her drama today. I don’t think she’s lucid enough to come to class…let alone to leave the house. I’m in a really bad mood, I think it’s my having nothing to eat and coming down off of my caffiene high. I started coming down right after I started calling people to verify their letters. I only typed one letter then left. I couldn’t deal. I couldn’t cope. I was just in the mood where I can’t force myself to do anything. Lame. OMG! That new reporter that was supposed to start on the 11th failed her drug test! LOL! So it’s unclear whether she’s ever going to start. Susan gave me a look when Mike revealed that. It was cool. It seems that that Matt Mais guy is going to do the Veterans thing after all. I guess. He’s going to help. I guess I could have stayed there until seven and done the veterans crap (well, if Stacey had moved the scanner to the photo room, which she didn’t). So it would have been pointless of me to stay. It’s really sad that there’s nobody around. I’m dreading talking to Amanda. From what I’ve heard, she is not in our reality any more. I wish I would have brought The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time, but it didn’t occur to me that I would ever have any free time.

I’m getting pudgier and pudgier and it’s really making me mad because in the past I’d go “Okay, I’ll go for a jog.” And I would. Or “I’m going to ride my bike to the beach.” But no. I have no free time at all for excercising. It’s school-work-school-work-bed. Nothing in between. I want to go to the beach and relax but going places isn’t as much fun when you’re alone. I turned in my English 1B essay and just finished turning it in to www.turnitin.com. It has very lame organization, but I was able to see the plaigarism report thingy. It only highlighted all the passages I quoted from the story…so I guess that’s good. My problem was that I didn’t use a capital in the class password. But it’s all submitted so I’m happy. I hope we have the essays bac Wednesday, I really want to know how I did on it.

evil evil evil

Uncategorized — A. @ 3:52 pm

I hate verifying letters, I sound like a total loser. I hate it hate it hate it. I have class at seven…I’m wondering if I’m going to be here until then. I wouldn’t really mind, I’m trying to rack up uber money for my computer. I’m going to hate tomorrow. I’m going to have to buy that stupid art book because Amanda is too busy having a mental breakdown to just leave the book in the Drift office. Lame. Well, I should get back to work and stop blogging at work. Like that will ever happen.

crap

Uncategorized — A. @ 1:17 pm

There’s so much to do on the calendar…I am just waaay too tired to even cope with the calendar, let alone letters…let alone the Veterans crap. I’m going to have to tell him today that I won’t be able to get it done and that he’s going to have to hire someone or have someone else do it. He won’t be pleased. But hey, that’s life. I’m too tired to do my work. Maybe I could leave, take a nap, and come back. I could leave and get coffee and come back. I’m thinking that’s a good plan.

orgasmic

Uncategorized — A. @ 1:17 pm

I went and got a white chocolate mocha (my favorite coffee drink) at Java Hut, it’s delicious. I’m loving my new Breeders and L7 CD I burned yesterday. “Shit List” is divine. Lol, when I was gone I accidentally left my blog on the screen and there were papers on my chair, so somebody probably read my last post. Oh well, it wasn’t anything too blasphemous.

aha!

Uncategorized — A. @ 11:55 am

I just remembered something, I finally found a reason to hate that Shaina character (who I heard was a bitch although she seems so cool). She was in the Marine Corps! I dislike people dumb enough to enlist in the military, and I’ve finally found a reason to dislike Shaina. Mouhahaha.

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