Well, that's a first.
May. 2nd, 2005 09:33 pmToday was the first time I was ever so upset that I not only cried, but threw up. It was this morning, and I missed breakfast, so even though there wasn't much to bring up my stomach just needed to expunge something. I spent the rest of the day looking red, puffy, and miserable. One person though I had the flu. Man, I wish.
This weekend has been one of the worst weekends of my life, emotionally. If I ever get the time for it or if it even feels worth it, I'll post the whole horrible, sordid details here sometime. Be warned, it'll be a long 'un. I mean, if it gets written at all. This situation... "mess" doesn't even begin to describe it. Mother of Fuck. It's so fucked up and I don't understand why! Gah!
Two weeks 'till school's over. Two weeks 'till school's over. Just keep reminding yourself that, Heffie, and finish your damn work. Don't even worry about the two French exams coming up, you have a C average and you need to graduate with a passing grade, that's a D- or higher, you'll be fine. Focus on drama thesis. Focus on the play. Focus on the portfolio for Sophie Kerr. Focus on anything except what you're thinking about right now. Stop it. I'm serious. No. Bad Heffie. Don't be pining, Sparky! Don't be pining!
Two weeks. Two weeks. Two long, horrible, painful, heart-wrenching fucking weeks. And it's over.
This weekend has been one of the worst weekends of my life, emotionally. If I ever get the time for it or if it even feels worth it, I'll post the whole horrible, sordid details here sometime. Be warned, it'll be a long 'un. I mean, if it gets written at all. This situation... "mess" doesn't even begin to describe it. Mother of Fuck. It's so fucked up and I don't understand why! Gah!
Two weeks 'till school's over. Two weeks 'till school's over. Just keep reminding yourself that, Heffie, and finish your damn work. Don't even worry about the two French exams coming up, you have a C average and you need to graduate with a passing grade, that's a D- or higher, you'll be fine. Focus on drama thesis. Focus on the play. Focus on the portfolio for Sophie Kerr. Focus on anything except what you're thinking about right now. Stop it. I'm serious. No. Bad Heffie. Don't be pining, Sparky! Don't be pining!
Two weeks. Two weeks. Two long, horrible, painful, heart-wrenching fucking weeks. And it's over.
(puts antlers back on, somewhat)
Date: 2005-05-03 04:15 am (UTC)Irreverent is often a push-button word.
Irrelevant is somewhat easier to delineate.
But are you entertained?
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Date: 2005-05-03 04:20 am (UTC)Re: (puts antlers back on, somewhat)
Date: 2005-05-03 04:48 am (UTC)Re: (puts antlers back on, somewhat)
Date: 2005-05-03 04:51 am (UTC)Speaking of which, and why I needed to drink tonight, if you know you can't either a) spell, b) type, or c) write coherently, why don't you, for the love of God, d) proof read or e) get it reviewed?!
(in comparison, LJ is just blowoff for me)
For example, it is disheartening to see your work being paraphrased from effectively: "We believe there may be a possible connection..." to "There is a connection..."
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Date: 2005-05-03 04:52 am (UTC)Re: (puts antlers back on, somewhat)
Date: 2005-05-03 04:54 am (UTC)Good night!
Try the veal!
Re: (puts antlers back on, somewhat)
Date: 2005-05-03 04:57 am (UTC)