drea

Um, sooooo. The guy who's supposed to be working with me decided not to show up today. Now, it's not like working weekends in the library is especially challenging, but there are certain tasks that we divide between us, that are almost impossible for just one person to do, because they would involve being in two places at one time. I phoned this dude's house, and his roomate answered the phone, and when I asked if I could speak to him, the roomate said," I think that he went away for the weekend." Dipshit. I find myself growing ever-more disgusted with people-myself and others.
I want lose this lard and look and feel better. I've been doing ok, but I could do better. There's always that. I COULD do better, and that's what I have to keep telling myself. And if anyone makes a knee-jerk bullshit politically correct comment about this, I'll never talk to you again. And today, I didn't understand something Seb's mom said to me in French, and I felt like such a fucking waste of time. There are only a few things I don't understand in French, and I think that she said one of them. I hate looking like a big fat fucking disgusting American. I wonder why I even bother trying. I'll have go on a deathmarch run this afternoon afterwork, that should make me feel better. Jesus tap-dancing Christ. At least I'm motivated.