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Mar. 2nd, 2004 12:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kjpepperShit, Livejournal's dead this morning...
You know how they always say that things get worse before they get better? Can't we just skip the worse part now? Pretty please? *sigh*
I feel like I'm going to implode for a change. I need a nice change of pace from exploding, I think.
On an up-note, a much welcomed break from the home/school/parents/![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
timarok Celebrity Batshit Circus was had when a gossamer_gull, intent on a day of dietary indulgence to rival the Romans on a weekday after being very good all month, arrived to whisk me away for an hour or so of bright yellow grease coated chicken quesadillas and ice cream at Friendly's. I hadn't seen her in over a month, and we'd been, well, fighting, so this trip to Friendly's was extra fabulous. And so was the apple pie sundae. Thanks, babe.
Good stuff at the hizzouse too. Last night wasprimitive_boy's birthday and celebrating was had when beatgoddess marched into the living room bearing snackycakes adorned with birthday candles... and we all sang, and then since my laptop was on my lap I had to follow that up with 50 Cents' "In da Club" (go shawty, it's your birthday, we gonna party like it's your birthday...). And then he and beat snuggled up on the couch and watched Secondhand Lions, which I didn't catch all of but looked excellent from what I did catch.
Making progress on the homework problem but it's not going fast enough for me, and I'm getting massively stressed about it. Have to talk to my 370 prof after classes are done for today, am massively wibbly about this and I don't know why, he's been nothing but nice about me and my fuckery. But so it goes.
Thank the goddess, the massive fucko-bazoo that was falling out in thetimarok department is pretty much resolved now. So now we get to be upset with each other for completely different reasons. *facepalm* Oh, joy.
Update: 3:08pm: jeez, ya think I could have used derivatives of the word "massive" a few more times in the last two paragraphs?
Of course there are also the little voices to contend with that much of the crap I'm complaining about is entirely my own fault. Of course it's also being totally vicious as well. I was just thinking about how my digestive system's been too unsteady to eat anything all day, and my brain chimed in with a cheerful "You're a big girl, you won't waste away to nothing." Arrrrrrgh.
Spring Break's in a week and a half. I fully intend on spending much of it asleep. I'm so tired it's not even remotely humorous at this point.
You know how they always say that things get worse before they get better? Can't we just skip the worse part now? Pretty please? *sigh*
I feel like I'm going to implode for a change. I need a nice change of pace from exploding, I think.
On an up-note, a much welcomed break from the home/school/parents/
timarok Celebrity Batshit Circus was had when a gossamer_gull, intent on a day of dietary indulgence to rival the Romans on a weekday after being very good all month, arrived to whisk me away for an hour or so of bright yellow grease coated chicken quesadillas and ice cream at Friendly's. I hadn't seen her in over a month, and we'd been, well, fighting, so this trip to Friendly's was extra fabulous. And so was the apple pie sundae. Thanks, babe.Good stuff at the hizzouse too. Last night was
primitive_boy's birthday and celebrating was had when beatgoddess marched into the living room bearing snackycakes adorned with birthday candles... and we all sang, and then since my laptop was on my lap I had to follow that up with 50 Cents' "In da Club" (go shawty, it's your birthday, we gonna party like it's your birthday...). And then he and beat snuggled up on the couch and watched Secondhand Lions, which I didn't catch all of but looked excellent from what I did catch.Making progress on the homework problem but it's not going fast enough for me, and I'm getting massively stressed about it. Have to talk to my 370 prof after classes are done for today, am massively wibbly about this and I don't know why, he's been nothing but nice about me and my fuckery. But so it goes.
Thank the goddess, the massive fucko-bazoo that was falling out in the
timarok department is pretty much resolved now. So now we get to be upset with each other for completely different reasons. *facepalm* Oh, joy.Update: 3:08pm: jeez, ya think I could have used derivatives of the word "massive" a few more times in the last two paragraphs?
Of course there are also the little voices to contend with that much of the crap I'm complaining about is entirely my own fault. Of course it's also being totally vicious as well. I was just thinking about how my digestive system's been too unsteady to eat anything all day, and my brain chimed in with a cheerful "You're a big girl, you won't waste away to nothing." Arrrrrrgh.
Spring Break's in a week and a half. I fully intend on spending much of it asleep. I'm so tired it's not even remotely humorous at this point.
