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Walking Without a Jacket...
Nov. 1st, 2010 05:16 pm...because I revel in this kind of weather.
Honestly. I really do.
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I'm going to break something. Might not be physically, but then again it might. All I know is that before the week is over, I'm going to snap just maybe a bit. Maybe having internet would help me relax, give me an outlet. But that comes Wednesday, I guess. For now we'll chill in the SUB until practice time rolls around.
New apartment is wonderfully big, but it's too far away from campus, which means that I'll never be home EVER during the day. The fact that the place looks like it was hit by a tornado doesn't help. Everything got mixed up in the move, and I need to unpack/sort/pack my own things for this weekend's Targhee move. It would help if I was able to get home earlier than 6:00 each day. An hour between classes isn't enough to walk home in time to get anything done before having to leave again.
I just really want this move to be over. I feel like I'm useless at home, which I essentially am. I wake up, go to class (breakfast optional), get home when it's dark-ish, eat (maybe), do homework, and sleep (by 1:00, if I'm lucky). Home has become a storage/sleeping place. I can't. Do this. To Liz. Or myself..
I can't get over how amazingly shit-tastic the timing of everything is right now. Stress is getting out of hand, and I can't get out of the house because Liz puts me on MASSIVE FUCKING GUILT TRIPS even though I know she doesn't mean to and I'm getting kinda irritable because I can't get out of the house. I can't vent online because we won't have internet at the apartment until Wednesday.
FUCK THIS TIMING, ARRRRRGH.
And I know I'm bitching and complaining and you really don't want to hear it. And I apologize. But frankly, Idunno what else to do right now. It's either whine and bitch about everything, or break something. Which might just happen anyway.
I think it'll be easier on EVERYONE once I'm out of the apartment. Liz won't have to chew me out for never being home, and I won't have to feel guilty for getting cranky at her for chewing me out for never being home. Graagh.
Headin' home now, before it gets too dark/rainy/wonderful.
S'agapo. <3
Honestly. I really do.
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I'm going to break something. Might not be physically, but then again it might. All I know is that before the week is over, I'm going to snap just maybe a bit. Maybe having internet would help me relax, give me an outlet. But that comes Wednesday, I guess. For now we'll chill in the SUB until practice time rolls around.
New apartment is wonderfully big, but it's too far away from campus, which means that I'll never be home EVER during the day. The fact that the place looks like it was hit by a tornado doesn't help. Everything got mixed up in the move, and I need to unpack/sort/pack my own things for this weekend's Targhee move. It would help if I was able to get home earlier than 6:00 each day. An hour between classes isn't enough to walk home in time to get anything done before having to leave again.
I just really want this move to be over. I feel like I'm useless at home, which I essentially am. I wake up, go to class (breakfast optional), get home when it's dark-ish, eat (maybe), do homework, and sleep (by 1:00, if I'm lucky). Home has become a storage/sleeping place. I can't. Do this. To Liz. Or myself..
I can't get over how amazingly shit-tastic the timing of everything is right now. Stress is getting out of hand, and I can't get out of the house because Liz puts me on MASSIVE FUCKING GUILT TRIPS even though I know she doesn't mean to and I'm getting kinda irritable because I can't get out of the house. I can't vent online because we won't have internet at the apartment until Wednesday.
FUCK THIS TIMING, ARRRRRGH.
And I know I'm bitching and complaining and you really don't want to hear it. And I apologize. But frankly, Idunno what else to do right now. It's either whine and bitch about everything, or break something. Which might just happen anyway.
I think it'll be easier on EVERYONE once I'm out of the apartment. Liz won't have to chew me out for never being home, and I won't have to feel guilty for getting cranky at her for chewing me out for never being home. Graagh.
Headin' home now, before it gets too dark/rainy/wonderful.
S'agapo. <3
