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2006 19 November :: 11.07pm
Laundry.
Tired.
Grumpy.
No energy for a real entry, although I have so much bottled up inside that I need to write about that one will be coming soon. I hate how when I wait to write, everything just doesn't come out right. When the passion for the moment has been replaced by reason and thought, I've lost any spark of creativity I might have possessed. Everything just comes out wrong after I mull it over.
Michelle
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2006 18 November :: 4.57pm
:: Mood: contemplative
I'm so excited that my car is fixed. I just went and got it from the parking lot in no man's land, and went and put gas in her (and got a cherry coke). I drove her all around and it made me happy.
And, I have half way good shifts for Thanksgiving weekend. 3p-11:30p on Thurs, Fri, and Sat. Of course, I'm sure I'll be staying into the wee hours on Thursday night/ Friday morning. Friday is what we in retail call "Black Friday". It's the most busy shopping day of the entire year, and it all started with the four a.m. sales. Last year they had lines of thirty people at all the open registers at four a.m.
The holiday season is starting!
Michelle
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2006 18 November :: 2.11pm
:: Mood: cranky
It's like when you eat all of the marshmallows out of the alphabets box and all you're left with is the dry, tasteless, cardboard-like letters.
I figured out all the classes I need to take to graduate from college. From my calculations, I have to take 17 credit hours every semester to get out of here in four years.
Sometimes I feel like the world is just trying to screw me over on purpose.
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2006 16 November :: 4.55pm
Headache.
Stomach Ache.
Tontie.
I love the tinkling sound of frozen water droplets bombarding the dead brown leaves that hang lifeless on the tree.
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2006 15 November :: 5.55pm
Poised, Ready, Forgetful.
Forgive me, for I have been cranky.
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2006 14 November :: 8.30pm
A very emotional night.
Add that to the fact that I'm pms and irritable and I have a ton of homework to do and an exam tomorrow...
and that makes me a mess.
The girl that sits next to me in U-Band is such a bitch. So I talked to the director after rehearsal and asked if I could move. The director told me that she would move the other girl and that she knew the girl was a control freak and said mean things to me.
Stupid me. If it wasn't for all these hormone things, I wouldn't have started tearing up. But I did.
Goodness, sometimes I'm such a huge baby.
Michelle
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2006 13 November :: 9.37pm
:: Mood: aggravated
:: Music: Dethklok
Jesus H. Christ, I live
Yea, I'm not dead, blah blah blah vague promise to actually update woohu, all that good shit that I say every 6 months or so.
I think my problem is I never have anything to talk about until 6 months to go by. Or I'm lazy. Maybe its a mix of both.
Lets do a quick review of college:
Programming: Gah, why is this shit so hard?
Compys and society: Gah, why is this shit so stupid?
Marketing: Gah, why is this shit so obvious?
Creative Writing: Gah, why is it called 'creative'?
So, I'm really not enjoying myself this year, if it isn't already obvious. I'm really starting to attribute it to being away from friends and family. I'm lazy, but I'm not willing to completely blame my apathy for wasting my parents money. Despite my protests, my parents see no reason for me to try another school, but insist that staying at CMU for 4 years and getting a degree in god knows what is the best decision. My parents have literally told me that it doesn't matter what I get a degree in, so long as I get a job after its over. I agree with that, but only so far. Why drive to central and home again for over 4 years every weekend, paying for boarding, and everything else. To me, I think they love having me out of the house and enjoy all the nothing they do. Literally. They watch that 70's show and eat cereal.
I had more, but I got bored. Maybe I'll try updating this week.
Maybe. I spoil you kids sometimes...
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2006 13 November :: 1.38pm
Well, shit.
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2006 12 November :: 8.10pm
:: Mood: contemplative
Trash is gone.
Homework:
Yeats
Seven page paper
Lab Report
Exam Wednesday
That is all.
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2006 11 November :: 8.51pm
Someone got their nipple pierced today.
And it wasn't me.
[rants about big boobs]
me+last night=upset stomach
I'm a math genius.
Michelle
[edit]
Trash still not gone. Smells awful.
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2006 9 November :: 4.59pm
:: Mood: Freaking OUT
I pretty much want to throw up right now.
I had an inkling. I thought I was just be over sensitive. It couldn't possibly be true. I was wrong.
God. Eww. Disgusting.
So it turns out that everything is just...
I don't even know.
I feel like such an idiot. Stupid Stupid Stupid.
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2006 8 November :: 10.33am
49 to 49
Stayed up until two a.m. watching election results. Very tired. I hate TAIT. It's stupid.
Awake, but not happy about it.
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2006 7 November :: 2.05pm
Okay, so I'm still here... I'm all set to leave December 11th. If, by any chance, anyone wants to hang out/catch up/all that bullshit with me before I leave, lemme know
other than that, i'm done
i'm gone,
-me
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2006 7 November :: 1.28pm
I have a fairly large biology exam at three. I think I'm fairly prepared. I taught five kids from my lecture the material we've been going over for the past four weeks in three hours last night.
I marvel at how some make it through the education system to higher education.
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2006 7 November :: 9.36am
I'm enjoying facebook right now. I like how they tell you what your relationship is to someone, like they are the ultimate authority.
This is what is says about my relationship to Mica: Mica is your significant other. You hooked up and are dating.
This is what is says about my relationship with Michelle: Michelle is your friend and relative.
Facebook is like a soothing voice. A corrective mother telling you what your relationship with everyone else in the world is. It could come in very handy if I ever get amnesia.
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