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And Once Again, the Recorder Hands Central to Off-Center Magazine
So. The Recorder. About a month ago, they fired their opinion editor. Something about a conflict of interest because she went to an anti-war rally. That’s right, their opinion editor has an opinion and that’s why she writes and THIS IS A PROBLEM. Welcome to the campus newspaper. I shrug it off.
Then I realize that I am vague acquaintances with the ( Read more... ) -
I Know There's a Hell, I Work Retail
I know everyone’s tired of me bitching about my job, but I figure this will be the penultimate time anyone will have to listen, because I’m going to leave, because I’m done.
Because Mike was fifteen minutes late to work today, and I don’t have the keys to let myself in. Because Mike was horribly hungover, and spent the entire day in ( Read more... ) -
A Word on Federal Assistance.
There’s this theory called federal assistance. The theory is that if you cannot afford things you need to live- like heat, food or water- the federal government helps you out. This is because if too many people in the country die from a lack of basic necessities, it would look very bad when the President did things like kill thousands MORE in ( Read more... ) -
Fuck This Year
New Year’s Eve. Everybody’s filling out surveys about the last year and what they expect next year to bring and blah blah blah. Well, next year is going to be fucking amazing. It better be fucking amazing. I better get a real job and straight A’s, and both clubs better run fantastically smoothly all year, and my apartment had better ( Read more... ) -
So, Apparently I'm Famous...?
At least, famous at CCSU's English Department ( Read more... ) -
Dear Semester
Dear Fall 08 Semester ( Read more... ) -
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So uh. I just wrote a twopage LJ entry about the fact that I have no will to live anymore, and how I've gone everywhere to get help but just keep getting written off, and how my gym teacher's a fucking psycho, and how i dont want to run my clubs or finish my schoolwork or even go to campus or even just get out of fucking bed ( Read more... ) -
Day Two: Home
There are lots of days lately where I just fucking hate everything. Everyone is an overdramatic, petty asshole who can’t do their job or shut their mouth. And everyone ELSE, who ISN’T, is so badly hurt by everyone who is that there’s just no fucking point to trying to hold it all together anymore. There are days when I feel like that.
Today is one ( Read more... ) -
Day One: Roots
There’s this person. Called me.
I have to find her.
I took the weekend off from everything I could. Everything. Did some stuff just for me. Cleaned my room a little bit. Made a ridiculous comic about my ridiculous cat. Thought it’d help me get back in touch and back on track. But I felt so disconnected the whole time. Instead of settling ( Read more... ) -
About this class thing.
I haven't been going. Yup. That's right. Me. The grades freak. Me. Oh God, I can't go to dinner, I have a paper. Oh God, I can't hang out this weekend, it's midterm week! Haven't been going to class. I think everyone knew that. What with the not coming to school until 5 in the afternoon, or at all. But sometimes? Sometimes I'd lbe on campus, and 'd ( Read more... )