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Lost and Disappointed
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Venting
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Blarg! Is there anything else to say?
OMG, I'm going to die, and it will be my professors' fault. My brain is using up its last reserves on their insane assignments and soon I'm just going to run out of brane sells 2 funksion pro p e r l y...........see it's already happening. Good news though, people age 18-25 are supposed to have 10 hours of sleep a night. Furthermore, alcohol is ( Read more... ) -
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So, wow, haven't updated in a while. I'm at work and should probably be looking up more info for my female archaeologist......but this is more entertaining. Things are ok, busy, but ok. Seems all I do is work, school, and research. Fun is kinda out for me right now. Funds are low as well. I'm not really worried about things, just pensive. I ( Read more... ) -
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Why can't people just physically stab you in the heart. Then it would done and over, you would die and it would be ok. But no, I have to live on. Why? Why can't I just end what she started. I deserve it. Everything is my fault anyway. I was stupid, so stupid. To think that, I, Glenda Smith, could actually live a happy life, that I had a good ( Read more... ) -
Well, I haven't in a while
I haven't really updated in a while, so here it goes. Right now, I am avoiding latin homework in the crescent dungeon (yes I still work study here). This semester has gone by quickly, and it's been rough, and is still going to be rough. I survived Thanksgiving, but it was moslty depressing. My mother showed up the last day and didn't even speak ( Read more... ) -
Ok, so I know I already updated, but this has to "yelled" out.
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Captain's log: Star date November 22, 2005
Situation has turned desperate. I seem to be stuck in my cave with nothing but music and hot buffalo wing pretzels and a rum and pepsi for sustinance. A tv monster from the bitch quadrant has taken over the tv and refuses to give up the remote let alone do the large pile of dirty dishes in the sink. A paper writing execution awaits, but I hold ( Read more... ) -
And it keeps pouring, in fact, now I'm in a row boat floating aimlessly around.
Yep, that's how I feel. I don't know who I am, or what I am doing here anymore. I was born an accursed child, and I will always be stuck with that curse. My mother told me once that the day I was born, (I think it was a saturday?), meant that I would always have to work for a living. And I would say that much is pretty true. I'm always working ( Read more... )