Yes well shit on technology. My computer is fucked, FUCKED! Really, it would have been super if I didn't have to worry about, oh, a 50 page thesis that I have to write.
One of the managers at my job is being a prick to the employees. Problem: the big boss loves him and defends him, so the rest of us are left with nodding sympathetically when employees complain, and then having them think we're useless because nothing changes.
Also, I have a 20 page paper to write, a 6 page paper to revise, a set to build and paint, rehearsal, auditions (do I want to risk taking the part of Lady MacBeth?), two completely different portfolios to put together, oh, and I have to create world peace and recreate the Sistine Chapel ceiling using a box of Crayfuckingola crayons.
Ok, maybe not so much the last part, but you get the idea. On top of it, my PMS is making me nostalgic about my idiot alcoholic ex-boyfriend.
On the bright side, my photography final is finished.
On the not-so-bright side, it's 2:30 in the freaking morning and I'm too busy raging about life's meaningless little bothers to go to bed. Oh, PS, my oldest brother might be in jail and my next oldest brother hit a marked police car while driving drunk and getting "distracted" by the girl in the front seat next to him.
Why isn't there a schizophrenic or insane face? One that explodes every few seconds? Or spins around in circles screaming?
I need a joint, a nap, and someone to cuddle with. Yes, that's my precription for feeling better about ANYTHING.
POOP ON THIS WORLD!
One of the managers at my job is being a prick to the employees. Problem: the big boss loves him and defends him, so the rest of us are left with nodding sympathetically when employees complain, and then having them think we're useless because nothing changes.
Also, I have a 20 page paper to write, a 6 page paper to revise, a set to build and paint, rehearsal, auditions (do I want to risk taking the part of Lady MacBeth?), two completely different portfolios to put together, oh, and I have to create world peace and recreate the Sistine Chapel ceiling using a box of Crayfuckingola crayons.
Ok, maybe not so much the last part, but you get the idea. On top of it, my PMS is making me nostalgic about my idiot alcoholic ex-boyfriend.
On the bright side, my photography final is finished.
On the not-so-bright side, it's 2:30 in the freaking morning and I'm too busy raging about life's meaningless little bothers to go to bed. Oh, PS, my oldest brother might be in jail and my next oldest brother hit a marked police car while driving drunk and getting "distracted" by the girl in the front seat next to him.
Why isn't there a schizophrenic or insane face? One that explodes every few seconds? Or spins around in circles screaming?
I need a joint, a nap, and someone to cuddle with. Yes, that's my precription for feeling better about ANYTHING.
POOP ON THIS WORLD!
I miss you I miss you I miss you.
I even deleted the double post
[Edited on Dec 04, 2004 11:20PM]