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Usual rambly entry. Blah blah
Oct. 15th, 2004 11:38 pmI should be sleeping. Instead I decided to stay up watching "Kill Bill Vol. 1", then we pulled out Mario Kart for the first time in months. My poor phlegmy throat is still trying to recover from all the yelling I ended up doing.
Got the results from my Anatomy test. 91.7. Totally depressing. I have to start studying for the next test (which is on November 9th - 3 weeks) from, like, now. And let's not forget my Lab Practical in two weeks. On all the friggin' bones in the body. These people are crazy. Makes a person want to climb the nearest clock tower. And, like, just sit there and send down really nasty loogies (while I'm still all phlegmy, of course). I have about 10 hours of Italian lab time to make up too. Dear Lord. This should be fun.
The other day my mother had mentioned that I have a couple of savings bonds remaining. I decided to use them to pay for the GREs I'm supposed to be taking in a bit (when I had money to waste I signed up for the GREs twice, and didn't go when I realized how woefully underprepared I was), but instead of taking them up and cashing them I wanted to inform my mom of it first. She then said she was going to give me the money to take the GREs. I was all "no". I hate taking money from my folks. Absolutely detest it. Has something to do with me not liking to ask people for help. Ego thing. I can't take much of anything well from people, to be honest. Money, thanks, compliments. I should work on that, I know, but...Right, so she gave me the money a couple of days ago, and I stammered, offered to give it back to her twice, and then dropped it on my dresser. Today I counted it and realized she'd give me about $60 too much. I tried to give that, at least, back to her today, and she told me to keep it. So I, uh, deposited it in my back account. That still makes me feel out of sorts.
Called out from Project Happy tomorrow. I'm feeling better, yes, but I just didn't want to have to wake up at 6:30 for another Saturday. I'm still contemplating dropping that. And I DO need a job. I have no money. My schedule is just so inflexible that the only days I can feasibly work are the weekends and Wednesday, giving me NO days off to rest. That'd kill me. I...I need a sugar daddy. Or mommy. I don't discriminate. Tomorrow there's supposed to be a FishFry by my aunt's house, but I'm thinking of just staying in and catching up on my studies. The house should be fairly quiet, and I might actually get some stuff done. I don't know.
Why is it so hard for me to look beyond the upcoming week? I'm stuck, man. Stuck.
And Krishna's ill. The only people not hacking in the house are the folks. The hell's going on here?
I like this icon. I'm 99% sure Wash never swore (in English - the Chinese is another story), but it's cute. And sort of sums up a few things.
Got the results from my Anatomy test. 91.7. Totally depressing. I have to start studying for the next test (which is on November 9th - 3 weeks) from, like, now. And let's not forget my Lab Practical in two weeks. On all the friggin' bones in the body. These people are crazy. Makes a person want to climb the nearest clock tower. And, like, just sit there and send down really nasty loogies (while I'm still all phlegmy, of course). I have about 10 hours of Italian lab time to make up too. Dear Lord. This should be fun.
The other day my mother had mentioned that I have a couple of savings bonds remaining. I decided to use them to pay for the GREs I'm supposed to be taking in a bit (when I had money to waste I signed up for the GREs twice, and didn't go when I realized how woefully underprepared I was), but instead of taking them up and cashing them I wanted to inform my mom of it first. She then said she was going to give me the money to take the GREs. I was all "no". I hate taking money from my folks. Absolutely detest it. Has something to do with me not liking to ask people for help. Ego thing. I can't take much of anything well from people, to be honest. Money, thanks, compliments. I should work on that, I know, but...Right, so she gave me the money a couple of days ago, and I stammered, offered to give it back to her twice, and then dropped it on my dresser. Today I counted it and realized she'd give me about $60 too much. I tried to give that, at least, back to her today, and she told me to keep it. So I, uh, deposited it in my back account. That still makes me feel out of sorts.
Called out from Project Happy tomorrow. I'm feeling better, yes, but I just didn't want to have to wake up at 6:30 for another Saturday. I'm still contemplating dropping that. And I DO need a job. I have no money. My schedule is just so inflexible that the only days I can feasibly work are the weekends and Wednesday, giving me NO days off to rest. That'd kill me. I...I need a sugar daddy. Or mommy. I don't discriminate. Tomorrow there's supposed to be a FishFry by my aunt's house, but I'm thinking of just staying in and catching up on my studies. The house should be fairly quiet, and I might actually get some stuff done. I don't know.
Why is it so hard for me to look beyond the upcoming week? I'm stuck, man. Stuck.
And Krishna's ill. The only people not hacking in the house are the folks. The hell's going on here?
I like this icon. I'm 99% sure Wash never swore (in English - the Chinese is another story), but it's cute. And sort of sums up a few things.
