February 2012
This coffee is fantastic.
Too bad I might need a literal pot of it to wake up.
In other news, I’m in love with the blanket I’m knitting, and I’m excited to send it to Nick’s cousin. I think it’s going to go over well. :) It just looks really pretty!
Oh, beep bop boop.
PAPER DONE.
Sleepytime.
Well, this is fun!
I woke up an hour before my alarm and just dozed around, with a racing heart and flushed skin.
That was over an hour ago, and my heart rate is just now starting to calm down. I do recall having a stressful dream beforehand, but I didn’t think it was that stressful… anxiety/panic attack in my sleep? That’s new!
:\ Should make for an interesting day.
Anyway, need to finish my...
I’m being that pretentious college student at a chain coffee shop, working on a university-level paper and spending far too much money on a cup of steamed milk with espresso and a flavor shot.
…it’s only because I can never get real work done at the apartment. There are too many fun things to do.
…oh wait, my laptop can connect to Tumblr!
Paper, please get...
…okay, so it might be a sore throat.
While writing my paper this afternoon, I’ll most likely be chugging down a gallon of orange juice and eating garlic.
This had better not be a sore throat coming on.
I do NOT have time for this bollocky crap.
This week is going to be different.
I know this because I got three kids to put other schoolwork away and work on what my teacher had on the board. Even though I had to sit next to one boy for several minutes and block every single excuse he threw at me. Even when I accidentally called him the wrong name (though I had been using his name clearly for the entire conversation, just an accidental...
Well, I have done my part, and our group’s president JUST got back to me last night and is still making me wait until later today (Monday) for the last of her info. Of course, I have to submit the budget today so it can be voted on tomorrow, and I’m just waiting on her info, really no big deal…
…coming from the person who said, “Hey, get your info to Erin before...
Well,
I’ve been mildly productive. Sort of not really.
BUT. I put together the budget for our final event yesterday, and seeing as nobody has responded back (not. surprised.), they’re just going to have to deal with it when the time comes and they realize, “Wait, I wanted money for this thing…!” I just have to submit it and then it will be approved/not approved on...
Drunksy boobears.
We’re classy.
Aaaaaaaaaand, then I found out nobody has been...
Andrea, I sent you a lovely 4-pager last night, and Nick was frantic because he hadn’t heard from me, and no wonder the dance president never texted me back.
LITTLE ISSUES THAT KEEP PILING UP.
Yarn and bank time.
After a good several hours of crying over the past two days, feeling nothing but defeat and being pushed under the rug, then shame for not being able to show up to my friend’s birthday after she was so good to me on my birthday, mother fucker, it’s over. It’s done.
I’m going to the goddamn bank and depositing my goddamn check like the penny-saver I am.
Then I’m...
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I didn’t think it was possible, but I felt worse today.
I feel so defeated. I feel so isolated. I feel so helpless.
It’s just stupid.
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Last night was fantastic.
And by fantastic, you know I really mean something completely different.
Molly and I have both been going through shit weeks, her a little moreso than me because it involves her job. But everything yesterday—meaning that fantastic club I’m affiliated with—got me to crack and we just sat on the futon for a few minutes, teary-eyed and pissed off.
Then when she went to the...
See, now I just feel like giving up on life,...
:(
Beyond. Irritated. At. This. Club.
If I don’t get anything from them by Monday for the final dance event, I’m walking. Because I don’t need to stay up until 11:30 Mondays and Wednesdays for people who aren’t going to do any of the business work that goes into being a club. People need to goddamn step up and take leadership and responsibility. And they need to respond to my messages and texts. Because I am...
Classily tucking in to some terrible-for-me fast food because it’s that nature time and I’m in so much pain and necessity to eat everything in front of me.
I’ll round out the night with a Founder’s Centennial IPA to even the playing field.
Classy. As.
Here’s something that happened the other day:
I went into my bank to deposit my check and the nice lady behind the counter asked if I liked working at B&N. I mentioned I worked in the cafe.
Bank Lady: “Oh riiiiiiiight, you guys are the Starbucks that ISN’T a real Starbucks!”
Me: “…yes, we are actually a Barnes and Noble Cafe who only sells Starbucks...