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2004-12-28
10:52 p.m.
the only things missing are tiny scarves tied around the mike stand and a very small bandana.
2004-12-28
1:33 a.m.
based on my vast medical expertise, being both a student of commercial art AND a video store clerk, i think that it is fairly sure assumption that i have, in fact, contracted The Plague and will be dead within the next few days. being that i'm dying, you'd think i could get a few people to play text-message tag with me tonight. but nooo, nobody wants to appease my need to be totally lame.
jerkfaces.
2004-12-27
5:19 p.m.
once again i was unsuccessful in calling out of work. the whole staff is dropping like flies from colds/flu/the plague and it's damn near impossible to get some time off to recover.
i just want to DIE.
2004-12-27
1:01 a.m.
i am so sick.
it's like i'm stoned, but it's NOT NICE, and i want to cry a little bit. my throat is sore, i'm weak and achy and was slightly delirious and possibly feverish at work, where i was only thisfar away from being utterly useless.
i tried to call out, but we don't have enough staff to have full coverage on all the shifts in case one of us gets sick. i wasn't going to leave doug to work all by himself, though he might as well have, as capable as i was tonight.
i wanted to curl up in a ball on the floor and cry, all. night.
i'm supposed to work tomorrow night, too, but i'm going to try my best to get out of it.
2004-12-22
3:04 a.m.
wheeee annie got me a hamster for christmas!
henceforth, this hamster shall be known as Noodle.
2004-12-20
6:45 p.m.
my mother went to the phillipines.
she was set to go, then she wasn't going to go, and now, somehow, she's gone. i don't know where she got the money or how and i don't want to know.
i did find one last parting shot from her on my bank account before she left: a charge for $43 to the borgata in atlantic city. one that i was unaware of until i got paid today, and was informed that i had been hit so hard by negative balance + overage charges that my entire paycheck was completely obliterated and i have $14.23 to my name for the next two weeks.
that means no credit card payments, no money towards fixing the car, and my cell phone will probably be shut off.
i can't believe she keeps fucking doing this to me.
2004-12-13
2:09 p.m.
last night, i went digging around the hermano's (that is spanish for "brother," for those of you who aren't 1.5lingual...ok 1.3lingual) designated computer play area, searching for a suitable phillips screwdriver with which i would later install an internal zip drive and a wireless ethernet card into my PC.
holy crap, i thought MY desk was gross. there are a million empty (and some not so empty) paper coffee cups and approximately 80,000 empty and semi-full 2 liter bottles of different variations of pepsi (regular, wild cherry, twist, etc). somehow the little runner carpet thingy under his rolling chair had gotten completely soaked in what i can only imagine is a combination of the former contents of all the empties on and around the desk. it's like shrek's swamp over there.
i am very tired. i am not quite the opposite of awake. i'm in a zombie-like state where verbal expressions are extremely limited, physical navigation is kind of skewed, and my mental processes are moving at about a 75% tilt. but as soon as i get home from here (i'm wasting time in the campus library, as usual), i'll most likely be reassembling my PC in lieu of sleep, because i am a raving maniac. a hungry raving maniac. i think i was trying to heat a bowl of mac n cheese before i left, but i didn't have time to eat anything. a hungry raving maniac who has four projects due for her last digital paint class, a mess of lab work for biology, and some intensive memorization for an art history final.
note to self: procrastination is terrible for the area under the lower eyelid.
2004-12-06
3:56 p.m.
it's not a good day.
it's raining. i usually like the rain, but today, i'm cold. i'm wet. i'm irate. i'm in debt up to my eyeballs to people who refuse to quit calling me, my account balance is some obscene negative number because my own parents steal from me ("FUCK! a $100something charge from the borgata?! i don't even fucking believe this!!"). these are the same parents who are conveniently nowhere to be found today and unreachable because my mother broke her damn cellphone and has yet to replace it.
it's shit like this that makes me chainsmoke and eat entire cans of cake frosting by myself.
2004-12-03
5:54 a.m.
it's freezing! holy hayzeus it's more frigid around here than...well..me, for one thing.
the point is that it's cold!
...
crayons taste like purple.
2004-11-29
5:26 a.m.
oh my god.
everyone is falling in love and/or getting laid except for me. i'm not even sure i have the capacity for the first one.
the only man in my life is the marlboro man! it's like i'm bridget jonesing 15 years too soon!
honestly, whatever happened to good old-fashioned fear of commitment?
2004-11-22
4:37 p.m.
i was up all night and this morning working on an assignment i had due for desktop publishing this afternoon.
i am very tired. i look like death. i look like death on a three day bender.
one that involves tequila.
2004-11-21
4:50 p.m.
despite the anxiety over all the money i'm spending on gifts this year and my severe disliking for the hectic rush of holiday business at the store, my psyche has chosen a holiday song to put on in an endless, semi-permanent loop that will play over and over again in my head until new year's eve. for the past two years, it was sleigh ride. after seeing/hearing elf 8 or 9 times in the past two weeks because we're supposed to have nothing but holiday movies playing in the store, it would seem that this year's song is baby it's cold outside. maybe i'm getting old. and is it me or does the first 80% of that song just scream "sexual assault case"?
it's the holiday spirit and the process of possession has begun.
(help. help me. heeeeelp.)
soon, i'll be digging out my green elf hat, my stuffed horse head on a stick (some of you may remember old seabiscuit from last year), googly eyes, and brown pipe cleaners to make reindeer candy canes with. i'm sick! sick sick sick.
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