I have been living with Blake's parents for a week. This separate bedroom thing is driving me nuts. Like..I'm not even allowed to sit too close to him on the couch. I feel like I'm in Jr. high again. Anyone have $700 dollars just lying around ( Read more... )

Damn it. Damn it.
You know your job sucks when you get called in on EVERY day off that you have.
And when people walk by and slow down....and look at you... and you give them the STANK eye and say "keep moving bitch" under your breath.
Maybe it's just me.
I fucking hate jingle bells.

I'm breaking out the f#ck*ng gun. I swear, the next christmas song I hear...... I don't know if that commission check is worth working in the mall all damn winter long. I've just completed the first 3 hours of my first day of christmas music. Only 3 more to go. I haven't seen a customer in 8 minutes. This is what is about to happen: 1. I will walk ( Read more... )

This job rocks/sucks at the same time. Getting paid to bullshit on the internet isn't bad, but damn i'm bored. In other news: Melissa cannot get out of bed before noon and is therefore failing out of college.
Thank you.

I am going crazy. Please do not ever get married unless you are absolutely positive that you are ready to have to see that person and his family forever. Or at least until the kids are grown. Ex in-laws are working my nerves. My panic attacks are back again. With a nauseating (literally) vengeance. I will never have a normal nervous system again. ( Read more... )

Oh the boredom! I have to get a job so I won't go crazy. If I see another episode of dr. fucking phil.....Blake works from 7am to 3pm every day and I'm so lonely. This is why we never have jobs for long. We can't stand to be separated for literally half our waking time. *sobs ( Read more... )

I just printed the last page of my ann. bibliography one minute too late to make it to class. But I feel ten pounds lighter. Probably because I've been carrying aroung twenty pounds of research for three weeks.
Hooray for student loans. Thursday can not come fast enough. I will seriously party all weekend.
(my idea of a party-trig.)

For the last several days, hour after hour, I have slaved over a keyboard and computer screen, hating the North Pole and my decision to research it ( Read more... )

In my traditional retard style, I found my long-missing calculator in my bag. I'm an idiot.

I have achieved complete and total nerd-dom.
I have lost my calculator. I'm freaking out and I don't know what to do. I have no problem with trig, but simple math is totally impossible. Now I will be behind on my homework and my life will be over.
COMPLETE and total nerd-dom.