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If days had 36 hours in them, we'd find 40 more things we needed to get done.
oh, and since we're in the gripe thread... i want to gripe at myself. why is it that the only time i actually feel happy is when i'm taking on way too many things to do and my brain feels like it's going to explode? sigh. right, off to college.
:: goes over to Gryphon and gives her a big hug ::
We're here for ya'.
~Crystal
(who had a gripe but forgot it, so it wasn't that important, [img]tongue.gif[/img] )
::Quietly:: The company I'm working for may fold within the next three months or so, at which point I will cease to have a job, and my prospects for getting another are Not Good, not with the IT sector in the condition it's in. There will always be someone with more experience willing to work longer hours for less pay, and the ability to produce good code always seems to matter less than one's willingness to warm a seat with one's posterior for 10-12 hours a day.
Bitter? Me? Well, yes.
Thank you. I'm hoping that the receipt of enough good vibes will help us pull out of this mess.
curses!! im sick!!....thats what i get for spending all of yesterday being cold and wet in a skirt. my throat is killing me. ive got the evilest sounding coughs ever. like its the satan kind of coughs. and because i was such a delinquit i cant miss any more school. well i can technically have five more days out. but i dont want to waste em.
oh and im starving. ive been starving too. my mom is in australia and my dad's cooking is well....dangerous..so i dont eat.
-_-......go away sickness...go away
okay, I"m sorry for resurecting this tread, but I gotta exprime myself somewhere. Sorry for the swearing too. for those who know the normal me, I guess you'll see how far this touch me.
First off I'm a bit sick, and my feets hurt like hell because on halooween's night I had to stop passing at 7 to go to a friend's house (it's her birhtday the 30th) buuuut I got off the bus one stop ahead and got lost, so walked for 2 hours!!! and it was drizzling or raining and cold x__x(I hid myself under my coat at first tbut it soon awas so wet the rain was passing throught it so I found a cap on the ground and took it. my hair smells like smoke since then). at 10, I called my parents and told then to get me, then called the girl to tell her I couldn't came. the worst is that she waited for mefor one hour at the bus stop I was supposed to get off to. and it was her birthday, it's not fair. But finaly when my parents came I asked them to go to her home, and so I gave her my candies bag (all the candies I had) as a birthday gift and as an apoligie for waiting for me. She's 17 now ^^
Nevertheless, my feet hurts a lot when I walked too much, I slept for 12 hours (that's the most since like start summer for me) and my troat is killing me times to times. Saturday I ahd to get doubles for my house keys, I never had my keys and always had to wait for the others to come back home to open the door for me, so my family finaly deceided to get me spare. Problem is the guy who did the new keys did them wrong and they don't work =___=* quel con
After that I went to the library to get books I absolutly need for a monday work, and guess what? they disapear o__o realy. They aren't borrowed, they are not in the library files anymore! and the section they were in was completly empty and the name was liquid paper-ed o_? god hates me. So it's for tomorow orning and I can't do it. this realy sucks.
"you should have done that work earlier", ne? well, for once it's not only becaue of procrastination, but more of "I had a thousand problems this week". I have 3 close friends, see? (I'm a "few but close friend" type) so:
First one: her b/f (currently at the hospital for grave sickness) dumped her.
Second one: her father went very ill and to the hospital. (the same hospital as the first friend's b/f. )
Third friend: went under a existential crisis and thought nobody could realy see her.
So I had -other- things to do than a stupid, freaking, creepy-crawly project for school!! (mainly trying to get the friends stop crying, not kill herself, have an happy birthday anyway, ect...) [ oh, and I'm writting this now instead of doing it because otherwise said work will be filled with swearing and I kinda doubt the teachers would like that.]
And now what just made me crack: I just wrote an e-mail to my g/f, well anyway, to asked if we can take a break, and if we could still be friends. THIS FREAKING SUCK it hurts fucks it realy do and shit I loved her and damn I can't tell anyone because it's kinda undercover relationship and god damn it I relay loved her andI hope I didn't hurt her nor will she hates me I hope sh'Ell still speak to me, we both changed and all but since we went that deep and for me at least it was very true, well, I kinda hope.. you know, that we can still tlk, .. can be friends and all.
I'm realy a bastard too....
still, i hope I didn't ... hurt her as I'm hurting myself.
This sucks
wow, that does suck...
so does this though...
4 a.m. evictions really suck. They suck as badly for the evicter as for the evictee.
No, my landlord didn't throw me out. I threw my unexpected tenant out.
I'd heard a mouse crawling around inside the walls in the bathroom for a couple days.
Turns out the mouse found a way out of the walls.
Turns out roach glue traps I put out for cricket catching are also strong enough for small mice/small rats/whatever the heck that little bastard was.
Turns out one of those loooong Catholic-style glass candle holders will fit over a thrashing mouse and a roach glue trap, though not very well.
Turns out my kitchen cutting board will fit under the thrashing-and-now-piercingly-squealing aforementioned mess.
Turns out I can actually get my apartment door unlocked and open with three fingers.
I'm going to boil and then bleach that cutting board tomorrow... actually make that "later today at a sane hour to be awake"...
still too freaked out to go back to sleep, unfortunately... @_@ still staring at the walls any time anything creaks...
Ah, poor Risu-chan! Hope you got back to sleep!
heh... at least the ones my cat brings in are dead (and, if I'm lucky, not excessively disembowelled on the living room floor). Not the squirming and piercingly squealing kind.
The mighty hunter!
Tana-chan