Back: Gradually getting better, after days of wincing at every movement. Still hurts to bend, though. Head: Still kind of cloudy with thoughts of things I need to do, projects I need to complete, work I need to tackle. Bank account: Tragically overdrawn. I really hope I don’t have to go to my apartment office and get my bad check and pay their fee, but I guess I’ll have to. This also means I can’t…
I hate starting each entry with “I.” But this is my blog and I don’t want to waste my time with cute exposition. I would rather cut to the chase and dump my dirty laundry on this examination table to pick through, one grass-stained pant leg at a time. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. There’s nothing really going on in my life right now to make me so scatter-brained/jittery/miserable/tired/uninspired, but I can’t shake…
I officially have an internship this summer. It’s in Birmingham at the Birmingham News. All I’ve got to do is set up a physical/drug screening in M’boro sometime soon so they can tell if I’ve got AIDS or am genetically predisposed to be a bad designer. Who knows. But they’re drawing blood, which makes me squicky. I’ve never had blood drawn before and I understand it’s a notably unpleasant experience. But I’m excited that I…
Today, I saw +A woman waiting at the crosswalk get splashed by some inconsiderate driver. +A couple walking their dog let it crap on someone’s lawn. +None of my friends. :( +My umbrella turn inside out. +Part of If These Walls Could Talk 2. Good flick. Really nice love scene between Michelle Williams and Chloe Sevigny. I love movie love scenes that don’t suck. Other good ones are in Elizabethand Meet Joe Black.
OK, so I couldn’t hack it. I had to drop the philosophy class that was repeatedly kicking my ass. Now I’m a part-timer — 9 hours. I’ve never done that before. But The Financial Aid Man says it won’t affect my scholarship. We’ll see if he was fibbing. I got home this morning at 4. I spent all night in the office working on my research presentation for today. I got it done, but there…
I feel it slipping. So much is on my plate, and it all can’t fit. I’m piling and trying to make room, but things keep dropping. The three-second rule doesn’t really apply. Booked my flight to New York tonight. Actually, Patrick did it. It’s on United. I’ve never flown United before, but a giant bus hurling through the air is just as horrifying no matter what logo graces its dorsal fin.
Amber, I’m with you in misery, if not physically. Everything I touch shocks me. Thick, robust shocks that punish my nerve endings. My skin is itchy from the dry air and my neglect (No time to shave with a dull razor and then wince as the lotion stings every nicked inch). My face is breaking out from the stress. And the PMS. Oh, the PMS. My abdomen is in knots. And my teeth ache from…
I’m working with a sense of urgency today. There are four carts full of books waiting to pass through me. And there are several kits on each cart, which means there’s no quick stamping-and-pasting action on my part. Instead, each kit has to be cracked open, its contents meticulously labeled and stamped and numbered so that each tiny piece has enough ID on it to return it to its mommy if it gets lost. This…
No motivation today. I’ve stood up two classes. That makes three this week. I wonder if those classes even exist if I’m not there. Didn’t Zack on Saved by the Bell have a theory like that? Anyway, I am a slack ass and I am really tired. I got up today and came to campus, ready to go to class, but I came by the office and started trying to plan stuff for next week.…
BTS. As usual. I should diversify my lyric theft, huh? Well, Saturday’s was Smashing Pumpkins, and what could be more different from BTS? Wu Tang, perhaps. I’ll work on that. I’m tired. My brain and my body. It’s only Monday. That makes me tireder. Things swimming in my head: +I need to write my lottery-on-campus story. First, I need to contact a source again. And then write it for Wednesday’s paper. +Get crackin’ on that…
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