PAX tomorrow. should rock. now, if I'd just get my lazy ass over to Jiffy Lube (hahahahahha, wow, that entertained me entirely too much) to get an oil change, my struggle buggy should be ready to roll on out.
I am so ready to be gone from this vortex it's not even funny. if I woke up tomorrow and discovered that it was the 22nd of next month, I could be ready to go in 20 minutes. as it stands though, i've got some stuff to look forward to in the meantime, so with any luck, i won't go completely crazy. oh wait- i might already be. do crazies know they're crazy? would anybody tell me if I was? I should hope so.
i can't think of anything else to waste your time with, so cheers
24.8.05
23.8.05
today has started off weird: i heard people speaking in spanish when i woke up, but by the time i found a pair of pants and ventured out into the commonspace, the house was empty.
i am kind of getting tired of what i see in the mirror every morning. i think it's time for a change... but i'm too tired to think of what said change should be.
PAX is coming up... i don't think i actually have the money to go (ok, lemme rephrase that: i have the money, and i also have things i should be spending it on)... i should be trying to not spend money at all, in a weak attempt at evening out the dent left in my wallet from driving to Saginaw many many times this past weekend, and the several petrol fill-ups these trips took, but mweh...
people are really starting to irritate me. my mother (big surprise, my mother irritates me) keeps calling the house with shit for me to do, because she's having some dinner party this evening with a bunch of her loon friends. now, i hate formalities, but usually go through with them because i'm expected to, but today it's not happening, and when i didn't go through the whole "ok, no problem, i'll go spend an hour driving and another twenty minutes printing out photos for you, no problem, ok, uh-huh, bye-bye" routine with her just now on the phone, she called me back. apparently, when the conversation is over, hanging up isn't an acceptable way of ending the delightful chat we've just had. ooooh, how i hate small talk. if i had my way, communication would be used sparingly, and people would do their OWN fucking shit, not lay it off on others, while using blatant manipulation and offering excuses without need. i'm probably not making any sense, but you know what? i don't really give a flying fuck.
only... how many more days of this before i get to leave? mmm... 30. can't wait.
i am kind of getting tired of what i see in the mirror every morning. i think it's time for a change... but i'm too tired to think of what said change should be.
PAX is coming up... i don't think i actually have the money to go (ok, lemme rephrase that: i have the money, and i also have things i should be spending it on)... i should be trying to not spend money at all, in a weak attempt at evening out the dent left in my wallet from driving to Saginaw many many times this past weekend, and the several petrol fill-ups these trips took, but mweh...
people are really starting to irritate me. my mother (big surprise, my mother irritates me) keeps calling the house with shit for me to do, because she's having some dinner party this evening with a bunch of her loon friends. now, i hate formalities, but usually go through with them because i'm expected to, but today it's not happening, and when i didn't go through the whole "ok, no problem, i'll go spend an hour driving and another twenty minutes printing out photos for you, no problem, ok, uh-huh, bye-bye" routine with her just now on the phone, she called me back. apparently, when the conversation is over, hanging up isn't an acceptable way of ending the delightful chat we've just had. ooooh, how i hate small talk. if i had my way, communication would be used sparingly, and people would do their OWN fucking shit, not lay it off on others, while using blatant manipulation and offering excuses without need. i'm probably not making any sense, but you know what? i don't really give a flying fuck.
only... how many more days of this before i get to leave? mmm... 30. can't wait.
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