I guess being friends after a breakup isn't something that can work unless the breakup is at least slightly mutual. Sam has apparently decided that he doesn't think being friends is going to work out, and has opted to just stop talking to me entirely. If you're going to decide something like that, the least you could do is let me know. I'm so ( Read more... )

I'm ridiculously restless right now, and I don't know why. I definitely don't have the attention span required to sit down and work on the physics I rather desperately need to get done. I kind of feel like exploding, or breaking something. Damnit, I hate being restless and frustrated, because it inevitably manifests itself into anger, which is ( Read more... )

1. Go to here
2. Put in Username: nycareers, Password: landmark.
3. Take their "Career Matchmaker" questions.
4. Post the top ten results.

1.Conservator
2.Dentist
3.Pharmacologist
4.Orthodontist
5.Podiatrist
6.Forensic Specialist
7.Chiropractor
8.Zoologist
9.Electrician
10.Neurologist

I rescind my previous statement about today: it turned out to be perfectly delightful ( Read more... )

This is so what life is supposed to feel like. This is probably what life on Prozac would be.

Naturally, the day after I finally get some sort of a coat, it's too warm to even consider wearing clothing, not to mention any sort of jacket-type thing.

Blech. My face looks like some sort of science experiment gone horribly wrong. I'll think I'll just suck it up and visit a dermatologist, because it's really hella bugging me.

Oh God. Hardcore country. Someone help me PLEASE.

Meh. I washed my dad's car fucking not even twelve hours ago, and already it has bird poop on it. Not just one little drop, but multiple fucking bombs. I don't get it. It's like it was intentional. I bet it was ( Read more... )

I forgot to tell my father that I'm going to Disneyland tomorrow... huh... well, hopefully I'll get a chance to tell him before I leave in the morning. If not, I guess I'll just leave a note or something ( Read more... )

Ha, oops, it turns out that, unless you turn the radio off in my mother's car, it stays on. Which means that the battery dies if the radio isn't turned off, which is why the stupid thing wouldn't start. I think I'll still stay home, just because I don't feel like going out.