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kerpingtack) wrote2010-09-21 10:43 am
kerpingtack) wrote2010-09-21 10:43 am
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if i waited for lessons and true confessions
Dear god I am melting down. Can't eat, can't sleep, my stomach hurts every four seconds, like a little kid's. I've been up since 7. Same with yesterday. And I cried on Friday, and Sunday, and soooo much yesterday. That was basically half my day especially since I have nothing else to do. I am exhausted, ON A SPIRITUAL LEVEL. I PHYSICALLY CANNOT MAKE IT UNTIL THURSDAY.
I made an appointment with my counselor at Student Psychological Services but it is ALSO not until Thursday which doesn't really help me. It's before my meeting at least but maybe I will need to see her after it in case I need to commit ritualistic suicide or something. The thing is that if I am not readmitted then I will be charged $75 for the session because I won't be a student. Is it worth it? IS IT??
And I hate having this apartment. The apartment itself is really nice but the landlord is SUCH an asshole, my god, and I fucked up with the bills and I hate everything.
Also I have cramps and my back hurts and I hate the stupid new UCLA map. It offends me with its complicated uselessness.
Here is my lj entry as assigned by neinstories:
chips
I like chips but not as much as I like other things and not as much as other people like them. I like Doritos! I am impartial to poker chips. They could be more inherently satisfying, like if they were made out of cheese or if they had tassels. I think the saying "chip off the old block" is weird. The word 'chip' itself is delightful. chip chop chip~
douchebags
I met a douchebag the day before yesterday and it was not fun! He was a douchebag.
laundry
Like most household chores, the worst part about laundry is putting the shit away. Folding is fine and I like organizing the clothes, seeing order emerge~ from warm cotton-scented chaos. It's like unknotting a string.
fleece
I am pro-fleece!! It encapsulates many of my favorite things, being soft, warm, and fun to say. FLEEEEEEEEEECE. As a corollary, I am anti-wool. Who would wear wool when there's fleece around? (Alliteration! Alliteration!) It helps that I have no problem with plaid or embarrassing patterns. Also, I cannot visualize a golden fleece at all.
pens
I LOOOOOOOOOOVE FINE-TIPPED PENS. Like the hella needle-thin ones. Anything looks good when you write with those. omg. sex. It is the worst when those run out of ink though.
spelling
Spelling is like the easiest way ever to feel stupid. I've let go of a lot of my annoyance for misspelled things but mostly because my spelling has deteriorated. I am a true citizen of the Central Valley.
WOW THAT WAS INTERESTING. Sorry frond my brains are a wasteland. I included the shit about how no one in the Central Valley knows how to spell though.
I'm on an Inception fic binge despite the fact that I have not yet seen Inception. It's like Gundam Wing all over again! This is very likely my FAVORITE paragraph in all the Inception fics I have read thus far:
8 minutes left on the clock. Arthur has unfolded the snuggie and slipped it onto his arms. He digs around in the desk and finds a clothespin he keeps with his pencils, just for this purpose, then he carefully gathers the fabric behind his neck and pins it tightly. Arthur looooooves the feel of the fleece tight around his neck. He sits back in his desk chair, then smiles and folds his legs up by his chest, propping his heels on the edge of the chair seat. Now he’s entirely engulfed in the snuggie. Everything but his head! Why don’t they put hoods on these things, he thinks, or matching hats or something…probably because it would be TOO wonderful.
MATCHING HATS LOLOLOLOL. THANK U LIFE. Strangely this reminds me of this wonderful crack!fic writer in the Yami no Matsuei fandom. Anime will never leave me.
I made an appointment with my counselor at Student Psychological Services but it is ALSO not until Thursday which doesn't really help me. It's before my meeting at least but maybe I will need to see her after it in case I need to commit ritualistic suicide or something. The thing is that if I am not readmitted then I will be charged $75 for the session because I won't be a student. Is it worth it? IS IT??
And I hate having this apartment. The apartment itself is really nice but the landlord is SUCH an asshole, my god, and I fucked up with the bills and I hate everything.
Also I have cramps and my back hurts and I hate the stupid new UCLA map. It offends me with its complicated uselessness.
Here is my lj entry as assigned by neinstories:
chips
I like chips but not as much as I like other things and not as much as other people like them. I like Doritos! I am impartial to poker chips. They could be more inherently satisfying, like if they were made out of cheese or if they had tassels. I think the saying "chip off the old block" is weird. The word 'chip' itself is delightful. chip chop chip~
douchebags
I met a douchebag the day before yesterday and it was not fun! He was a douchebag.
laundry
Like most household chores, the worst part about laundry is putting the shit away. Folding is fine and I like organizing the clothes, seeing order emerge~ from warm cotton-scented chaos. It's like unknotting a string.
fleece
I am pro-fleece!! It encapsulates many of my favorite things, being soft, warm, and fun to say. FLEEEEEEEEEECE. As a corollary, I am anti-wool. Who would wear wool when there's fleece around? (Alliteration! Alliteration!) It helps that I have no problem with plaid or embarrassing patterns. Also, I cannot visualize a golden fleece at all.
pens
I LOOOOOOOOOOVE FINE-TIPPED PENS. Like the hella needle-thin ones. Anything looks good when you write with those. omg. sex. It is the worst when those run out of ink though.
spelling
Spelling is like the easiest way ever to feel stupid. I've let go of a lot of my annoyance for misspelled things but mostly because my spelling has deteriorated. I am a true citizen of the Central Valley.
WOW THAT WAS INTERESTING. Sorry frond my brains are a wasteland. I included the shit about how no one in the Central Valley knows how to spell though.
I'm on an Inception fic binge despite the fact that I have not yet seen Inception. It's like Gundam Wing all over again! This is very likely my FAVORITE paragraph in all the Inception fics I have read thus far:
8 minutes left on the clock. Arthur has unfolded the snuggie and slipped it onto his arms. He digs around in the desk and finds a clothespin he keeps with his pencils, just for this purpose, then he carefully gathers the fabric behind his neck and pins it tightly. Arthur looooooves the feel of the fleece tight around his neck. He sits back in his desk chair, then smiles and folds his legs up by his chest, propping his heels on the edge of the chair seat. Now he’s entirely engulfed in the snuggie. Everything but his head! Why don’t they put hoods on these things, he thinks, or matching hats or something…probably because it would be TOO wonderful.
MATCHING HATS LOLOLOLOL. THANK U LIFE. Strangely this reminds me of this wonderful crack!fic writer in the Yami no Matsuei fandom. Anime will never leave me.
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