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Mar. 25th, 2009 01:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yuuagoI'm sick of being here. :| I want to travel.
HEY GUYS. Especially yous guys across the pond. YEAH. HEY. Can I visit you and stay at your house~~~ I won't be able to afford it otherwise. I'll sleep on the couch! Or even the floor! And I will cook you awesome food and bake DELICIOUS SWEETS and clean your house in return for your hospitality. For serious. I promise I won't be a bother! Really!
... But first I need to finish this fuckin' degree. Crap.
*groans and goes back to work*
Some days I just want to give up. But, much as I miss working at Superstore, I won't want to work there forever. Not to mention the whole dishonour thing. So I guess... I mean, this is... *sigh* Well, I don't have any option. Can't give up.
Allrighty then.
Also: Fuck all this fluff. When I get the chance, I'm going to write some fic about some motherfuckin' vikings. FUCK YES.
[4:38 PM]
Oh my god. I feel like I'm going to be sick.
I didn't take my medication today either. But I don't think that's it.
I've been living on oranges, paluszki and iced caps from Tim Hortons for the past two days. That might have something to do with it.
And maybe it's stress, too.
This assignment is late.
*breathe*
I'll get my sources. I'll go to the cafe. I'll work until close. I'll go home. I'll work in the kitchen. The cold will keep me awake.
Yes.
[5:37 PM]
FUCK!
Did I mention I hate myself? ---
Ahhh, there it is. The good old self-hate. Yes. This is what I need. This is what I need to keep going. This is what I don't have when I'm drugged. This is what I need.
So, does this mean I can't be happy and able to concentrate at the same time? Oh, who knows. That's a philosophical question, and it's not important right at this moment. I can ponder that come mid-April.
Right now, I say: Fuck. And also, where the hell did I put my photocopier card?
Also, I am SO FUCKING HUNGRY. I need ---
... I need pizza, that's it. After I do all my photocopying I'll head home and I'll grab a pizza from the grocery store and I will eat it and it will be glorious.
... I miss my grandmother's lasagne. And ziti. Oh gods.
HEY GUYS. Especially yous guys across the pond. YEAH. HEY. Can I visit you and stay at your house~~~ I won't be able to afford it otherwise. I'll sleep on the couch! Or even the floor! And I will cook you awesome food and bake DELICIOUS SWEETS and clean your house in return for your hospitality. For serious. I promise I won't be a bother! Really!
... But first I need to finish this fuckin' degree. Crap.
*groans and goes back to work*
Some days I just want to give up. But, much as I miss working at Superstore, I won't want to work there forever. Not to mention the whole dishonour thing. So I guess... I mean, this is... *sigh* Well, I don't have any option. Can't give up.
Allrighty then.
Also: Fuck all this fluff. When I get the chance, I'm going to write some fic about some motherfuckin' vikings. FUCK YES.
[4:38 PM]
Oh my god. I feel like I'm going to be sick.
I didn't take my medication today either. But I don't think that's it.
I've been living on oranges, paluszki and iced caps from Tim Hortons for the past two days. That might have something to do with it.
And maybe it's stress, too.
This assignment is late.
*breathe*
I'll get my sources. I'll go to the cafe. I'll work until close. I'll go home. I'll work in the kitchen. The cold will keep me awake.
Yes.
[5:37 PM]
FUCK!
Did I mention I hate myself? ---
Ahhh, there it is. The good old self-hate. Yes. This is what I need. This is what I need to keep going. This is what I don't have when I'm drugged. This is what I need.
So, does this mean I can't be happy and able to concentrate at the same time? Oh, who knows. That's a philosophical question, and it's not important right at this moment. I can ponder that come mid-April.
Right now, I say: Fuck. And also, where the hell did I put my photocopier card?
Also, I am SO FUCKING HUNGRY. I need ---
... I need pizza, that's it. After I do all my photocopying I'll head home and I'll grab a pizza from the grocery store and I will eat it and it will be glorious.
... I miss my grandmother's lasagne. And ziti. Oh gods.
Yuu. Fic writer & book lover. M/Canada.![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
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Date: 2009-03-26 12:35 am (UTC)But try to feel better, bud. Deadlines try to bite us all on the arse and make us super stressed. But you'll come through in the end!
Remember: You Rock! :)
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Date: 2009-03-26 12:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-26 12:52 am (UTC)That's it, then.
Soon as I'm through with this shite, and make myself some money? I'm gettin' myself a passport and VISITING YOUR ASS. That's right.
Er... That didn't sound so sketchy in my head. Uh.
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Date: 2009-03-26 01:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-26 01:05 am (UTC)Well, thus far I can't, but I guess I'll get used to it. xD
And I'm sure there's more to do than just that. To be honest, I'm perfectly happy just wandering about and poking my nose into everything.