Worst.
2 days.
Ever.

I am going to take some time to whine. But I will whine succinctly, using an ordered list to demonstrate to you the terrible things that happened to me yesterday in rapid succession.

1. Received the worst grade I have ever received -- in Media Ethics, no less.


2. Went to Java lab, and could not understand or complete the lab in ( Read more... )

After a long silence on Livejournal, I am back again to share with you all a strange dream I had last night. This post is inspired by Shannon Roberts, who shares her strange dreams over Livejournal. I have one to rival hers.

( My Dream. )

Damn you, Belle Chere.Yesterday evening, I was driving up to Asheville to chill with my homies, and I ended up getting nightmarishly lost because of you. I drove down miles of alleys and twisted backroads, ended up in a stockyard, barely made it under grimy bridges that were so low they almost shaved off the top of my car. Because of you, I almost ( Read more... )

Yes, today is my birthday. I received a sweet digital camera from my parents (they did an excellent job picking one out, considering they usually start hyperventilating when someone mentions the word "digital.") From my sister, I got some nice clothes; she took me shopping today with a $30 limit. It was grood ( Read more... )

So, the coffee house money scandal has been resolved, without any bitching on my part. Just a lot of amicable persistence. I picked up the check today, for the amount that I actually earned. I am happy ( Read more... )

Tonight, I bus'ed out the mad WC skillz. I sat with my mom for about half an hour and helped her write a super resume for a freelance design job with Fossil. The resume was neat, succinct, informative, and hopefully effective.

I should have demanded pay for my services, because I'm working extracurricularly. Also, I'm just that good.

My own computer in my room is finally able to hook up to the Internet. The only problem is: it's through dail-up. Right now I'm trying to surf the net, download some Maya tutorials, and talk on AIM. But I might as well be baking a cake or learning to write the Greek alphabet left-handed because this is taking way too goddamned long ( Read more... )

I went by to pick up my check at Black Bear Coffee yesterday. I walked halfway to the bank before I realized I had been seriously ripped off. The check amount was for about $80, or, for about 12 or so hours of work, or two six-hour shifts. This is wrong, as I worked there for five shifts, or about 30 hours ( Read more... )

Trying to write a letter.
Can't get anywhere.
Too choosy about adjectives and adverbs and handwriting and the perfect blend of ascerbic wit and heartfelt honesty.
Too embarrassed and flustered and devoid of real news.
Too full of mushy things to say that I'm not certain I should say ( Read more... )

I quit my job at Black Bear Coffee. Nothing against the establishment itself, really--it's just that two jobs is a real life-killer. So, from now on I'll have weekends free. Like, real weekends. Like, 48-hour periods of actual free time that occur every five business days ( Read more... )