Deadlines. Transcripts. Forty bazillion different due dates. Twelve different addresses to which I must send thirty-seven different packages ( Read more... )

I know that I can be difficult. I try not to ask for too much. I rarely ask for favors. I rarely ask for anything. Usually because when I do I end up getting really upset and sad and pissed off at the world and at everyone who can't lift a finger to do anything for me. At work everyone helps each other when people need coverage for shifts. ( Read more... )

Reasons why I now hate Albany and would like to leave (makes me wish I didn't have the option of graduating this semester and confuses my future...but that's besides the point ( Read more... )

I can't breathe. Every time I start thinking about everything. About work. About school (and classes which have way too much reading). About the GRE. About graduate school applications. About letters of recommendation. About getting everything I need (I have no dress pants. No nice shirts to wear to work). About the fact that I just started ( Read more... )

I am feeling incredibly mentally unstable.

GREs tomorrow. I'm screwed. A month of dedicated studiousness and what do I get? My score hasn't changed from the pitiful diagnostic test. Like I said, I'm screwed.

Tomorrow drinking. Lots of drinking. Till I'm so drunk that I can't remember how fucked I am and how much my life sucks. So lots of

So. It's been a little while. Not too too long. But long enough. The summer (or lack thereof) is almost gone. I can't say that I'm sorry to see it go, but I can say that I do feel contrite. I spent all of my time working and none of my time enjoying my summer. I had all sorts of big plans. Nothing too ridiculous, just things that benefit ( Read more... )

I'm currently enjoying the joy that is my macbook in my living room while watching Project Runway (or P-Run for the cool kids - read the blog ( Read more... )

I got my macbook after a good fun day of having my driver's licence taken and rain. And then I got home and now it won't connect to the internet. So I've gotta get the IT guys at school to come look at it. But they aren't there until Monday. And I might have to/want to return it (shouldn't it find the internet on its own?). So I don't want to ( Read more... )

I got my Apple credit.

Macbook, here I come.

Anyone who knows me, really knows me, knows that I am two things: Obsessive and Indecicive. Those two traits have really bitten me in the ass this past week. On Monday night I decided to re-read some of the novels that I've begun to write over the last few months. I have a desktop, and I don't like to be confined to writing at my desk, so all of ( Read more... )