"I want to write but I have laundry to do and things to pack and oh man I am going to miss seeing my family and my dog every day but I'm still excited and goddamn that scene would be perfect right there but does the dog really have to die in it? The dog always dies! I still need to hear back from my professor and get those mailers written and sent out and deal with this art show thing and setting an agenda for the semester, and will I get my schedule at the kennel sorted out before I have to pick hours for the monitor job? What if I am a horrible failure at art this semester and what if my professors hate my work and what if I fail as hard at student teaching as I think I will and AGHHHHHHHHHH" Y'know, just in a nutshell.
I just sent out emails to three local primary schools asking if I could come to their school and interview two of their students. I forgot to attach the documentation to two of them. Go me. As if it's not weird enough being sent a mkessage saying "hi, can I borrow two of your kids?"
Walking down the street earlier, a guy whistled at me. I think I have to style my hair more often like this. :lol: Hmmm....maybe I should have that style on Saturday evening.
I feel lost without my computer. I hate having to use the family one...But that damn thing has been nothing but problems. I've had it for just over a year and I've had to send it in to get fixed for various problems 3 or 4 times already. I've never had a computer before that has so many issues.
I find it exceedingly frustrating that I experience such bursts of creativity when I have neither the time nor energy to actually do anything with them. I just have to squirrel it away somewhere and hope I can remember exactly what I was after when I'm not trying to do eighty things at once.
I had a dream when I took a nap earlier because I was feeling sick. There was a talking whale. His name was Mosepht. Like, seriously, Mosepht. He told me that I should get in touch with my inner alpaca. He said that when I do, I'll own the world. What. The. Fuck. O__o
Woo! 18! I can smoke, vote, gamble, and drive with my cell phone out! Who wants to go grab a beer?! oh wait... ?!
you give the news paper a lead on a story of tax money wastage and they want me to be in pictures my self esteem would collapse so i said ill just talk to the reporter. oh well 11am yay now if family would stop shouting at me at least Oscars proud i did something...
