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I just listened to my voicemail for the first time this week. Oops.
Jason left me an entire message in a mostly consistent southern accent. What? So totally wierd.
Alicia rocks, because she proxied for me at the kitchen worker meeting. Go Alicia. I'll be working three shifts, which is decent. I'm going to apply for a tutoring job this weekend and hope that they're not all gone. This way I can actually (maybe) get all of my hours andparty pay for my credit cards, instead of my current plan, which is to pretend I'm not broke and hope it ends soon. Depositing my birthday checks would be good right about now, too. No money in bank means no Dresden Dolls for me on Tuesday, and we can't have that.
Wednesday just ended and I already feel like the week hit me with its car, then backed up and did it again. This is the first semester where I haven't been all excited about coming back to school and felt like everything is all shiney and new again. It's just instant stress. Some things are exciting, but the general feeling is one of dread and foreboding.
Today I had coffee with Crush Girl, who was funny and interesting as always. We debated the definitions of liberal, left wing and leftist. She whipped out her PageMark Dictionary to settle the dispute. Now I want one.
Tonight I did not meet all of my goals, but I did manage to stay up way too late and fix up my livejournal. Take a look at it, this is what I'm ruining my health for. Now I'm off to bed, tomorrow morning is lifeguarding with Darcy, then begging to be let into Drawing I, then Soc of Crime which looks like the best thing since sliced bread met sliced cheese.
Jason left me an entire message in a mostly consistent southern accent. What? So totally wierd.
Alicia rocks, because she proxied for me at the kitchen worker meeting. Go Alicia. I'll be working three shifts, which is decent. I'm going to apply for a tutoring job this weekend and hope that they're not all gone. This way I can actually (maybe) get all of my hours and
Wednesday just ended and I already feel like the week hit me with its car, then backed up and did it again. This is the first semester where I haven't been all excited about coming back to school and felt like everything is all shiney and new again. It's just instant stress. Some things are exciting, but the general feeling is one of dread and foreboding.
Today I had coffee with Crush Girl, who was funny and interesting as always. We debated the definitions of liberal, left wing and leftist. She whipped out her PageMark Dictionary to settle the dispute. Now I want one.
Tonight I did not meet all of my goals, but I did manage to stay up way too late and fix up my livejournal. Take a look at it, this is what I'm ruining my health for. Now I'm off to bed, tomorrow morning is lifeguarding with Darcy, then begging to be let into Drawing I, then Soc of Crime which looks like the best thing since sliced bread met sliced cheese.
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And why was jason talking in a southern accent?
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furthermore, being hit by cars i'm sure is part of the mobster job description.
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It's harder to change things on this style, but I'll work on it.
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I was going to call darcy about it; if dad could fly me out to your party, maybe she could drive me back? And bring people to the game? then take them back to northampton? I dunno, we'll see.
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Sounds good to me.
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