sleep isn't coming tonight either... i'm sorry madge, it's just not not happening.
great, and my lamp just started having some sort of spastic attack. i'm going to get a seizure and die. how appropriate. owwww, turning it off hurts my eyes... maybe the seizure is worth it. and of course, it's fine now. isn't that how it always is.
i found another movie to toss on the list of Worst Flicks Ever: "The Prince & Me." I should've known it would be crap from the title, since the grammatically incorrectness irked me... but no, i watched it. what a waste of time. oh well, it got me (partially) distracted, which was nice.
once again, my roomie is off drinking. i think it's Tequila Tuesday... i worry for that kid. i worry a lot. i worry too much. about everything. i'm sure it gets old for people around me. actually, i know it gets old for them- Meagan was nearly fit to pop earlier from just sitting and trying to do math homework with me! i laugh... then worry.
tensions in the "gang" are starting to worry me as well. we were all working before, and now it's been drawn and quartered into factions: The Chicks, The TAers, and The Rest. The Rest occasionally converse with The Chicks, and the rest of the time are with the TAers... it's so confusing! i don't get it... makes me sad.
i'm not sure why i chose to share that, but i did, so there, and if anyone who is part of the "gang" feels that my portrayal of us is incorrect, feel free to correct me... but i doubt anybody will, since the only ones who know about this blog are either TAers, or already know my thoughts...
new topic, something happy... please, mind, anything... c'mon, c'mon, gotta be able to come up with something to distract my mind, because it's way too late to be thinking, yet here i am, functioning on almost an hour of sleep (i passed out in Meagan's room this evening for 50 minutes, and it was a crap nap, but a much needed crap nap).
i give up, i'm going to lay down, and maybe i'll get lucky with a bit of exhaustion-induced mind silence. cheers!
wow, my roomie just got back and immediately the room filled with the scent of vodka... she's saying that she had an entire 5th to herself... and potsmoke wafted in earlier... our room stinks. adios!
is he mad at me? is he tired of me? does he care about me? does he miss me?
19.10.05
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
Hmmm. I've never seen/heard of the Prince & Me. Who starred in it?
90% of all worry is unnecessary, or so "they" say. However, as many times as I tell myself that, I am likely to worry even more & harder. Alcohol just seems to be so tempting to young college co-eds. Ahhhh. And then one day, when you're nearing your 26th birthday, all you want is a reaaaaaaaally good glass of wine or, some champagne. I can't even remember the last time I was "drunk." It's so horrible to wake up hungover anymore that I completely avoid it.
The Chicks, the TAers (teacher aids? I don't know), and the Rest. I think I'd like to be a Chickrest TAer. I am afraid of girl drama. It's the worst. It makes my stomach get all knotty.
Ahhh, potsmoke. You always bring me back to Eugene, with every post.
Post a Comment