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May. 21st, 2005
Princess Tutu Strikes Back
May. 21st, 2005 12:15 pmI AM LISTENING TO WALTZ OF THE FLOWERS AND IT MAKES ME WANT TO DANCE.
SOMETIMES I HATE NOT BEING A BALLERINA.
I FIND IT VERY UNJUST THAT ANTEATERS CAN BE BALLERINAS BUT FEATHER CAN'T.
DAMMIT.
SOMETIMES I HATE NOT BEING A BALLERINA.
I FIND IT VERY UNJUST THAT ANTEATERS CAN BE BALLERINAS BUT FEATHER CAN'T.
DAMMIT.
--Insert wail of rage here--
May. 21st, 2005 12:34 pmI PASSED CHEMISTRY!!!!!
AAAAAAARRRRRRRRGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I feel the need to kill something. Goddamned, stupid, lily livered, piss brained, obtuse, pedestrian, snivelling, shit eating, fucked up sonofabitch passed me. With a fucking D.
A FUCKING D.
Why couldn't he have just failed me? Then I could have taken the class over again and the better grade would have gone on my transcript.
*bangs. head. into. the table.*
Other grades: three A's and two B+'s. My GPA is only a 3.1.
I think I'm going to go kill myself now.
AAAAAAARRRRRRRRGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I feel the need to kill something. Goddamned, stupid, lily livered, piss brained, obtuse, pedestrian, snivelling, shit eating, fucked up sonofabitch passed me. With a fucking D.
A FUCKING D.
Why couldn't he have just failed me? Then I could have taken the class over again and the better grade would have gone on my transcript.
*bangs. head. into. the table.*
Other grades: three A's and two B+'s. My GPA is only a 3.1.
I think I'm going to go kill myself now.
--Insert wail of rage here--
May. 21st, 2005 12:34 pmI PASSED CHEMISTRY!!!!!
AAAAAAARRRRRRRRGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I feel the need to kill something. Goddamned, stupid, lily livered, piss brained, obtuse, pedestrian, snivelling, shit eating, fucked up sonofabitch passed me. With a fucking D.
A FUCKING D.
Why couldn't he have just failed me? Then I could have taken the class over again and the better grade would have gone on my transcript.
*bangs. head. into. the table.*
Other grades: three A's and two B+'s. My GPA is only a 3.1.
I think I'm going to go kill myself now.
AAAAAAARRRRRRRRGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I feel the need to kill something. Goddamned, stupid, lily livered, piss brained, obtuse, pedestrian, snivelling, shit eating, fucked up sonofabitch passed me. With a fucking D.
A FUCKING D.
Why couldn't he have just failed me? Then I could have taken the class over again and the better grade would have gone on my transcript.
*bangs. head. into. the table.*
Other grades: three A's and two B+'s. My GPA is only a 3.1.
I think I'm going to go kill myself now.
Stupid brain.
May. 21st, 2005 03:36 pmI've been dealing with a crippling bout of homesickness lately. I've been looking though my scrapbooks at night before I go to sleep, even. It hasn't been this bad over a year and a half. Anyway, I was looking through Satan's Laundromat and Forgotten NY, and it made me realize just how much I love home and miss it. I really, really want to go back. To live, I mean, not just to visit; and I don't know when, if ever, that will happen.
Blah. I think I should get off the computer before I work myself into a worse mood than I'm already in and go do something constructive, like clean my room.
Blah. I think I should get off the computer before I work myself into a worse mood than I'm already in and go do something constructive, like clean my room.
Stupid brain.
May. 21st, 2005 03:36 pmI've been dealing with a crippling bout of homesickness lately. I've been looking though my scrapbooks at night before I go to sleep, even. It hasn't been this bad over a year and a half. Anyway, I was looking through Satan's Laundromat and Forgotten NY, and it made me realize just how much I love home and miss it. I really, really want to go back. To live, I mean, not just to visit; and I don't know when, if ever, that will happen.
Blah. I think I should get off the computer before I work myself into a worse mood than I'm already in and go do something constructive, like clean my room.
Blah. I think I should get off the computer before I work myself into a worse mood than I'm already in and go do something constructive, like clean my room.
Why should I stop now?
I went to Sam's Club before with Dad. They had a bunch of keyboards set up, and who am I to resist a keyboard's siren call? Never mind the fact that I've had three piano lessons in my life and can only play three songs with one finger. I still like to fiddle around on them and make pretty noises with the keys.
Me: *makes pretty noises with the keys*
Dad: ...I didn't know you could play piano.
Me: I can't play piano.
Dad: You've got the talent to play the piano.
Me: No, I've got the talent to hit buttons in a way that isn't grating to the ear.
Dad: If you say so, Mozart. You can hit the buttons later; let's go.
Got home, put the food away, talked to Josh, and talked to David.
I haven't talked to Josh in almost three years. He saw my picture in the paper the other day and decided to give me a call. Now he teases me mercilessly about being in a cult that dresses up in Star Wars costumes. Today he said to me, "Hey, just as a heads up. I work with people that go to OCC, and I told them to keep an eye out for you. I told them you were a cult leader with geek followers."
Thus goes fame, I suppose. *eyeroll*
...I bet you didn't know from reading this that the whole reason I started this post was to complain about my stomach hurting. Seriously, it really hurts. It feels like cramps, but it's not cramps... it's strange. It hurts. Aspirin is not working and the only thing that helps in lying down flat on my stomach. Weird.
O_o
You realize I'm probably dying. I suppose it's for the best.
I went to Sam's Club before with Dad. They had a bunch of keyboards set up, and who am I to resist a keyboard's siren call? Never mind the fact that I've had three piano lessons in my life and can only play three songs with one finger. I still like to fiddle around on them and make pretty noises with the keys.
Me: *makes pretty noises with the keys*
Dad: ...I didn't know you could play piano.
Me: I can't play piano.
Dad: You've got the talent to play the piano.
Me: No, I've got the talent to hit buttons in a way that isn't grating to the ear.
Dad: If you say so, Mozart. You can hit the buttons later; let's go.
Got home, put the food away, talked to Josh, and talked to David.
I haven't talked to Josh in almost three years. He saw my picture in the paper the other day and decided to give me a call. Now he teases me mercilessly about being in a cult that dresses up in Star Wars costumes. Today he said to me, "Hey, just as a heads up. I work with people that go to OCC, and I told them to keep an eye out for you. I told them you were a cult leader with geek followers."
Thus goes fame, I suppose. *eyeroll*
...I bet you didn't know from reading this that the whole reason I started this post was to complain about my stomach hurting. Seriously, it really hurts. It feels like cramps, but it's not cramps... it's strange. It hurts. Aspirin is not working and the only thing that helps in lying down flat on my stomach. Weird.
O_o
You realize I'm probably dying. I suppose it's for the best.
Why should I stop now?
I went to Sam's Club before with Dad. They had a bunch of keyboards set up, and who am I to resist a keyboard's siren call? Never mind the fact that I've had three piano lessons in my life and can only play three songs with one finger. I still like to fiddle around on them and make pretty noises with the keys.
Me: *makes pretty noises with the keys*
Dad: ...I didn't know you could play piano.
Me: I can't play piano.
Dad: You've got the talent to play the piano.
Me: No, I've got the talent to hit buttons in a way that isn't grating to the ear.
Dad: If you say so, Mozart. You can hit the buttons later; let's go.
Got home, put the food away, talked to Josh, and talked to David.
I haven't talked to Josh in almost three years. He saw my picture in the paper the other day and decided to give me a call. Now he teases me mercilessly about being in a cult that dresses up in Star Wars costumes. Today he said to me, "Hey, just as a heads up. I work with people that go to OCC, and I told them to keep an eye out for you. I told them you were a cult leader with geek followers."
Thus goes fame, I suppose. *eyeroll*
...I bet you didn't know from reading this that the whole reason I started this post was to complain about my stomach hurting. Seriously, it really hurts. It feels like cramps, but it's not cramps... it's strange. It hurts. Aspirin is not working and the only thing that helps in lying down flat on my stomach. Weird.
O_o
You realize I'm probably dying. I suppose it's for the best.
I went to Sam's Club before with Dad. They had a bunch of keyboards set up, and who am I to resist a keyboard's siren call? Never mind the fact that I've had three piano lessons in my life and can only play three songs with one finger. I still like to fiddle around on them and make pretty noises with the keys.
Me: *makes pretty noises with the keys*
Dad: ...I didn't know you could play piano.
Me: I can't play piano.
Dad: You've got the talent to play the piano.
Me: No, I've got the talent to hit buttons in a way that isn't grating to the ear.
Dad: If you say so, Mozart. You can hit the buttons later; let's go.
Got home, put the food away, talked to Josh, and talked to David.
I haven't talked to Josh in almost three years. He saw my picture in the paper the other day and decided to give me a call. Now he teases me mercilessly about being in a cult that dresses up in Star Wars costumes. Today he said to me, "Hey, just as a heads up. I work with people that go to OCC, and I told them to keep an eye out for you. I told them you were a cult leader with geek followers."
Thus goes fame, I suppose. *eyeroll*
...I bet you didn't know from reading this that the whole reason I started this post was to complain about my stomach hurting. Seriously, it really hurts. It feels like cramps, but it's not cramps... it's strange. It hurts. Aspirin is not working and the only thing that helps in lying down flat on my stomach. Weird.
O_o
You realize I'm probably dying. I suppose it's for the best.