It’s too early in the year to be offended this much. Tomorrow I’m gonna wake up, gonna reflect, gonna move along. Ain’t nothing to see her. No broken hearts (or even would be broken hearts), cause there was never any real potential to work off of anyways. But so it goes. Maybe tomorrow I’ll throw in a little music to make it a little better, but for now, I’m going to bed. I’m gonna try and forget I heard anything that was said to me, gonna try and pretend that nothing beyond me and IT exists, it’s just us—the future and the present of education, ain’t got nothing to deal with other people. Nothing at all. The end, goodnight.
Filed under: Bad Days
I’ve been in Miami for a week now. I’ve worked at City Year one day. I’ve spent almost $500 fixing Tobey the Topaz’s radiator and fan. I’ve been called out each time I’ve ventured beyond Sunset Drive for being a self-hating Hispanic (despite my clearly English/Irish name/Irish ancestry) because I refuse to speak Spanish. I’ve explained each time that I speak Spanish, but I prefer not to. Yes, sir, I understand everything you’re saying to me (I apparently know a surprisingly high level of automotive-related Spanish, go figure), but no, I will not respond in Spanish. I know it’s confusing, but no I don’t hate my ethnicity. I also got hit in the head with a palm tree, had the Cubans fixing Tobey make fun of me for having the best day ever. And now here I sit, roommates home, listening to the Replacements in the living room finally getting down to real work on the screenplay that will never really amount, although fingers crossed, it’s my goal to complete Prodigal Summer (no relation to Barbara Kingsolver, obv) by the end of the least prodigal year ever.
Filed under: Bad Days, Other people | Tags: 4th of July, carnie, etc, PRODIGAL DRUNK SUMMER
Happy day after the 4th y’all.
I survived a midnight closing of the carnival, a death defying hike through nature at 1am, and so much more. Here i sit, drinking what’s left of my Old Crow and lamenting the fact that “tomorrow” begins officially in less than 9 hours. God darn it. I’m working quickly towards not liking the carnival so much. Which makes me sad.
But schoolgirl crushes make me soooooo happy.
But, in conclusion, I think I’ve been feeling down because (maybe) we’re nearing the 1 year anniversary of Buck’s death, i.e. we’re knee-deep in that shittastic month between his multiple arrests and his eventual death, and that kinda sucks, a lot. And I kinda miss him, a lot. Being a member of the Dead Dad Club ain’t all it’s cracked up to be, obvtron.
I HATE THAT ASSHOLE.
Caps ingnored, I hate him right now.
Fuck him
Fuck him hard.
[It might be for real this time].
I wasn’t joking and/or exaggerating when I said “computer FAIL.” I’ve been officially banned from the Reed network until I do a complete system overhaul, for which, I’m currently waiting on the arrival of an XP disc. As such, I have to live in the library to get absolutely nothing accomplished. Which is whack.
Also, Grammy’s=FAIL.
Finally, should I spend next year living in Columbia, SC or Miami, FL? I really, really don’t know.
So I finally got my first trojan and boy was it a doozy. I’m still dealing with it. I nipped the main one in the bud; however, one remains that I can’t seem to fix, so if anyone knows what I should do, let me know…. anyways, the last bastard standing is an inconfig.exe trojan (which is obviously hard to kill). Right now it appears more annoying than anything, but the name of it is: Virus.Win32.Virut.q!IK. So if you know what I should do, most def let me know asap. Ok? Thanks.
- Laura
I forgot my thesis chapter in the library. Oops.
I feel really guilty for everything & really bad for everyone.
He won’t call me. & I’m pissed about that.
I watched almost all of My So-Called Life today. It is not good.
I’m back in Carthage now. It was a mistake to come back here, even though I sort of had to, but I knew I shouldn’t have and well here I am now hiding out at a friend’s house. My house is ruined, my brothers and mother have destroyed it. They sold everything, including my books (my bible, really?). My bed was a home to kittens and as such it is ruined. I won’t be stepping another foot into that house save to salvage what’s left of my stuff.
I really regret forgetting my thesis draft in my apartment.
A week and a day until I’m headed to New Jersey to use my grant money and maybe learn something.
Oh yeah, Merry Christmas.
