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mother mother, are you listening?
Nov. 29th, 2000 02:11 pmI have not yet begun my three-page psych paper due tomorrow. I let Jen next door borrow my notebook yesterday morning, because I am not awake enough for that class to make connections between notes and papers, and need to retrieve it before I can really do anything. I also need to read at least one chapter of econ and work on that damn Java some more.
I think the dead triplet is sucking away my life force in another attempt to gather enough energy to incarnate.
instantiate?
I think I am an abstractcosmic class.
If I ever give birth, it will be to the dead triplet. Once she has enough energy, she will spark into life inside me. After she has completed her preparations, she will come out as a baby and then do a kind of Chibiusa/Black Lady transformation sequence thing, and then we're all doomed.
Um. Or maybe she is going to incubate inside Punkie. ovaries and pitchforks do not mix.
I am quite happy with my new toothbrush.
one Coke two Coke red Coke blue Coke. I have fifty cans of diet Coke in my room. two in the fridge, and four twelve-packs next to it. Pray that it lasts three weeks.
I GO HOME THREE WEEKS FROM TODAY.
Mom comes two weeks from today for some accounting thingie. she is staying for three nights. That Friday night, she is staying with ME. goody for bonding time. oh well. she will buy me food.
like I need to eat MORE.
I am having thoughts right now that I would really like to express in here, but I am having a very hard time thinking of a way to phrase them that is not going to offend several people who may or may not read this.
ah, fuck it.
FANFIC IS WEIRD AND I DO NOT WANT TO WRITE IT, READ IT, HEAR ABOUT IT, OR THINK ABOUT IT. VIDEO GAMES ARE WEIRD, AND I REFUSE TO PLAY THEM. ROLEPLAYING IS WEIRD AND FOR PEOPLE WHO CANNOT DELUDE THEMSELVES INTO THINKING THEY HAVE A REAL LIFE. WHY, WHY, WHY AM I SURROUNDED BY PEOPLE WHO ARE OBSESSED WITH THINGS THAT BORE ME TO TEARS, CONFUSE ME UTTERLY, OR MAKE ME WANT TO POKE MY EYES OUT WITH STICKS. WHYYYYY. *tears hair* *rends clothing* *gnaws leg* *slams head into wall* *slam* *slam* *slam*
...sorry. I have to do that every so often. It bubbles to the surface when I'm too tired/stressed/cranky/misunderstood to humor/support/ignore eighty percent of the people I know. I am glad they have things to make them happy, but it's like if all your friends are into Precious Moments dolls and it makes you want to vomit. Most of the time it doesn't matter, but sometimes, it's just like...yeeeeesh.
oh well. if I were interested in anything at all, I could make friends interested in the same things, and this mini-rant would be obsolete.
I must go see if Jen is in. shine.
I think the dead triplet is sucking away my life force in another attempt to gather enough energy to incarnate.
instantiate?
I think I am an abstract
If I ever give birth, it will be to the dead triplet. Once she has enough energy, she will spark into life inside me. After she has completed her preparations, she will come out as a baby and then do a kind of Chibiusa/Black Lady transformation sequence thing, and then we're all doomed.
Um. Or maybe she is going to incubate inside Punkie. ovaries and pitchforks do not mix.
I am quite happy with my new toothbrush.
one Coke two Coke red Coke blue Coke. I have fifty cans of diet Coke in my room. two in the fridge, and four twelve-packs next to it. Pray that it lasts three weeks.
I GO HOME THREE WEEKS FROM TODAY.
Mom comes two weeks from today for some accounting thingie. she is staying for three nights. That Friday night, she is staying with ME. goody for bonding time. oh well. she will buy me food.
like I need to eat MORE.
I am having thoughts right now that I would really like to express in here, but I am having a very hard time thinking of a way to phrase them that is not going to offend several people who may or may not read this.
ah, fuck it.
FANFIC IS WEIRD AND I DO NOT WANT TO WRITE IT, READ IT, HEAR ABOUT IT, OR THINK ABOUT IT. VIDEO GAMES ARE WEIRD, AND I REFUSE TO PLAY THEM. ROLEPLAYING IS WEIRD AND FOR PEOPLE WHO CANNOT DELUDE THEMSELVES INTO THINKING THEY HAVE A REAL LIFE. WHY, WHY, WHY AM I SURROUNDED BY PEOPLE WHO ARE OBSESSED WITH THINGS THAT BORE ME TO TEARS, CONFUSE ME UTTERLY, OR MAKE ME WANT TO POKE MY EYES OUT WITH STICKS. WHYYYYY. *tears hair* *rends clothing* *gnaws leg* *slams head into wall* *slam* *slam* *slam*
...sorry. I have to do that every so often. It bubbles to the surface when I'm too tired/stressed/cranky/misunderstood to humor/support/ignore eighty percent of the people I know. I am glad they have things to make them happy, but it's like if all your friends are into Precious Moments dolls and it makes you want to vomit. Most of the time it doesn't matter, but sometimes, it's just like...yeeeeesh.
oh well. if I were interested in anything at all, I could make friends interested in the same things, and this mini-rant would be obsolete.
I must go see if Jen is in. shine.