This weekend has been so low key. I love it. I went to class Friday, and then came home and LOUNGED. All day long. Pretty freaking awesome. I took a nap at like 6 pm, and it was so needed. I cleaned, too. Mom has been insanely stressed out this week, so I did trash and dishes and tidied the living room. She didn't notice much that afternoon, but ( Read more... )

I feel like such a dumbass.

I somehow overdrew my account, again.

I'm normally REALLY anal about writing everything down in my checkbook.

I have NO money. NONE.

My credit cards are maxed because of books this semester, and other necessities.

We have nothing in the house to eat.

I don't get paid until Tuesday night/Wednesday morning.

I can't do ( Read more... )

I'm pretty sure my English lit professor is trying to pad my grade. I've missed more class than I should have at this point (which lowers your grade =/ ), and so on these little writing assignments we have every week, she keeps giving me extra credit. She made it abundantly clear at the start of term that she doesn't DO extra credit. But, the last ( Read more... )

This weekend has been pretty strange, but amazing nonetheless. The formal at Maryville brought back a lot of memories of the high school mentality, and how much I hated it. It was still a good time though... putting on a dress for the first time in... a long time. Although, now I remember why I hate heels ( Read more... )

"Mr. professor guy, I'm having car trouble. Find today's assignment attached. Kthxbye."

Yeaaaa.

Car trouble my ass. My car won't even begin to think of having problems for another 20,000 miles.

I don't understand why I'm lacking so much motivation.

I'm really worried about my grades at this point. My assignments and tests are good...but I've missed ( Read more... )

I freaking WIN ( Read more... )

So, apparently Gap, Inc. uses a contracted third party to handle their hiring applications and hiring data. Fine, no big deal, they're contracted. Well, in September, two laptops were stolen from the offices of said third party. Why does this matter to me, you ask ( Read more... )

Who wants to be my nag? I need someone to force me to go to class, because I obviously can't go on my own. Morning classes are fine; it's my afternoon class that kills me. I'm losing steam, already. Why can't I just figure out what I want to do with my life, and make it happen ( Read more... )

I wrote a letter that I will NEVER send. I wish I could. God, I wish I had the balls. Fear is my worst enemy. I feel a little better, though. Knowing that it's written. The thoughts are there. It's hanging in a delicate balance.

I feel relieved.

But I still feel empty and twisted, scarred and marked.

I think that's something I'll have to live

I'm pretty sure I'm having an existential melt down. I don't feel quite right, mentally or emotionally. My typing and my spelling are completely fucked, which is odd for me. Usually, even if I'm crying hysterically, my typing and spelling are constants. Just one of those things. It took me a good 10 minutes to correct all of the mistakes just in ( Read more... )