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[Aug. 25th, 2010|11:49 pm] |
Added a friend from college on big social networking site.
Had a huge crush on him.
He looks exactly the same.
Bastard.
Next week starts the last year of school. Boyfriend may be in school as soon as next May.
2011 is already sounding a bit too interesting. |
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[Mar. 14th, 2010|11:33 am] |
Oh shit, I have a journal?
Well what's happened in the last 7 months?
Got into a fender bender with the car. I was in the wrong lane of the traffic circle and didn't know it. The white signs painted on the road are hard to see with all the salt poured on it in preparation for the great and terrible snow storm that will doom us all and yet no one has thought to put up signs indicating who goes where. My lane turned into a turning lane and the inside lane was a straightaway/turning lane and someone decided to use that lane to turn (no one does this because morons are allowed to drive, I have the license to prove it).
My cousin is going to have a baby. I decided to knit a blanket and a turtle to go with it. I started in February because knitting isn't fun if you aren't stressed out about it. How long have I know? November. Is everything ready to go? Pfft, course not! Shower is next week, I'll be up late Friday finishing. Do I know what time Saturday? No. Invitation was sent to my mom's and she doesn't call people back. Or at least doesn't call her spawn back. Well one still lives with her so she doesn't need to call her.
Yeah, my mom never calls me. Been like this since college. Apparently, I always beat her to it. I just think she hates the phone more than me.
One of my roommates have turned the heat off already. After a month in December/January of the heat hanging around 71, we are going to be cheap-asses vigilant about it now. My nose is cold. It gets runny when it's cold. Wonder if I can use one of their sweaters for snot. |
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[May. 12th, 2009|10:02 pm] |
The kid is still up. Are you fucking kidding?
I haven't started actively looking for a place to live yet. Go me. When did I want to move? Oh June 1. I'm awesome. At least the lease isn't up until July 1.
However, the semester is officially done as of today, take home quiz handed in, it's all done.
Now to catch up on the studio job and quit after that. I'm still waiting for a paycheck. Really? Why the hell am I working when I can't get paid? Ugh. I'm going to have to hold shit hostage now aren't I? (In other words, don't work until I'm paid).
Now the kid is throwing a tantrum because he has to go to bed. Don't reason with a two year old. You're the boss, bedtime is bedtime. And who the fuck uses bedtime as a punishment? Works real fucking well. God I love my headphones so much right now.
I'm frustrated and tired. This kid needs to stop screaming. His dad needs to learn how to put him to bed. His mom needs to stop using bedtime as a punishment. |
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[Apr. 25th, 2009|03:02 pm] |
My head hurts, my sinuses have just finally stopped trying to push my eyes out of my head. I hate colds. I also hate the fact this cold has come at the last two weeks of the semester. The two weeks where I'm nothing but busy. I have to write three 2-3 page papers on my field project (yes, I think that's weird too) for Monday. I have maybe a page of one. I'm not doing the assignment the way the prof wants it. I know it. I just don't care, the way I'm doing it, I think, is more beneficial to me than to sit there for 3 or 4 hours over 3 different visits. I have a full time job lady, taking 3 days off at the end of the budget to haul off to the 'burbs and to try to not be run over in front of the TU building is not going to happen.
Then there's the homework due for Tuesday, and the one page write up that's taking me 8 million years to do. It is one page, brain, you can do one page. Come on.
Don't get me stated on what's do next week. No where near where I need to be for that. Great. |
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[Apr. 7th, 2009|08:55 pm] |
Last week's phone call with the building manager: we'll get that gate fixed soon. (soon isn't soon enough, the lock has been torn off the gate, which faces a street.) Blah blah blah about the roof and the weather. We'll seal the crap out of the roof. (won't do shit and we both now it)
I'll start looking for a new apartment in May, after the semester has finished. My summer class starts June 22 and the lease is up July 1. I want to move before class starts, even if I pay for two apartments for a month. If any more water comes in, I'm declaring the lease officially broken right there.
I want a bedroom. I want a bed frame that hasn't had a lake's worth of water on it and wear from workmen standing on it because they're too stupid to figure out what it is. I want to hang my clothes and store my belongings in a closet without worrying about water damage. I want a stove that I don't have to check for water under the burners. I want to stop sleeping in the living room. I want a couch that isn't broken. I want to buy a real bed (ok, cheap Target or Ikea bed). I want to live like an adult damn it! |
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[Mar. 28th, 2009|07:50 pm] |
Hitting my building's owner over the top of his/her head with a blunt object is very appealing. Punching the property manager in the face sounds great too.
The roof leaked again a couple weeks ago. I'm not surprised, just disappointed. Put that's not bothering me, what bothers me is worse.
Early this evening I found the gate to the street broken open in the back yard. A huge fucking rock was in front of it and the lock was torn off. My guess is they wedged the rock in there until the metal separated from the wood. Quality fucking fencing. The mattress to the porch swing was dragged closer to the gate and there were a couple bottles next to an old love seat frame. Fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck fuck!
My downstairs neighbor moved out too. I thought the neighbors in the building next door did too, but one of them stayed I guess, I saw lights on last night and heard footsteps a few days ago when I got my bike out of the basement. At least I hope it's one of them.
Fuck.
I'm scared someone is going to break in. Seriously, I'm scared if management doesn't fix this tomorrow, someone will break in Monday.
To make this an even crappier weekend; he told me if he gets into school in the city, he's moving down there in December to start school in July. I was hoping for a year, and was starting to think he'd stay until June, but he wants to get out of Albany badly.
So now what do I do? I thought about taking a six month lease and moving when he leaves but now with the gate? I don't want to live here now! I'm tired of the results of other people's carelessness and laziness hitting me with a full blow! (literally, remember the ceiling?)
I can't handle a move until May. With school and work, I'd have to take a week off just to have time to pack.
This really fucking sucks. I was planning on one more year downtown then moving further out next year, when I plan on buying a car.
I fucking hate Albany so much right now. |
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[Feb. 28th, 2009|09:46 pm] |
I'm having an evening where I don't know what I want. I just boiled water and realized I don't want anything hot. Not to mention how I feel about my life this minute. It's like I'm floating in water. I'm wondering if my life has completely derailed at 22 and I'm just barely getting back on track. I have fewer days feeling like that. I think I've lingered in the past long enough. Too long actually, I've marinated in it. So I'm pushing onward. School helps. It's a goal, both long term and temporary. (yes, I do consider get through this semester a goal).
I wonder what it's going to be like when I graduate. It's why I'm keeping my job now, so in case it doesn't look good for me, the bills are paid. But I can't stand it. I can't stand my job anymore. I had a good drive for about a month and last week I just fell flat. I could not give two shits if I tried. Is that just how it is? Where I fuck around all day, not getting shit done because no one cares? I don't want to work like that. Sometimes I think it's me, others I think it's the workplace. I don't think I belong. If I went to school there I'd have or dropped out or transferred. Bleh. I also need to quit my second job. Like last week should have quit. It's taking up too much of my time. But I know I won't. Because I said I was quitting in August and for some reason, like to feel needed. They don't need me specifically and I know that! Ugh, I'm pissing myself off with this. I also like the extra money. And I try to keep that in mind. Bleh. 2nd job, bleh. |
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[Feb. 15th, 2009|03:43 pm] |
Thankfully there's no school this week. So I get to catch up on reading that I've already fallen behind on for school. So far I'm just one chapter behind, about 20 pages of an annoying textbook. I really want to kick the author in the shins. There will be some long definition with awkward wording which will be immediately follow by "in other words..." This happens about 5 times per chapter. 5 times "in other words..." FUCK YOU!! JUST SAY IT ALREADY SO I'M NOT HIGHLIGHTING NONSENSICAL CRAP!!!
The studio still hasn't paid me from January (I'm paid every 2-3 months) nor given me my 1099 (taxes). Seriously, I'm pissed. I'm fine with late January (FT job sent them out on Jan 20) but it's mid-February. WTF???? So more emails of wtf 1099/paycheck since I already sent at least one for each issue.
I finally bought myself a new spring coat. And not just any spring coat, one that fits! My winter coat is too big and my old fall/spring coat is too big (and threadbare in some places). Wow, I look skinny.
My downstairs neighbor moved out and the keys are still still at the bottom of the stairs. The property manager called the old tenant and me asking where they were. In front of your face, asshole. So I left a cheery To-do list for them for the hallway. Should have made it longer, the stairs need to be fixed. When I tossed the leftover pumpkin and huge-ass rock doorstop (wasn't needed, but whatever) I found out the tenant didn't lock the back door. Ughhhh, someday I will own a house, or move into a building with not stupid tenants. |
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[Feb. 4th, 2009|03:23 pm] |
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I hate that I'm not headed for the bus now because I'm avoided the alkie fights at the Armory stop. Yet I find it kind of funny that my reason for it is because it's too damn cold to deal with anyone's crap. |
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[Jan. 20th, 2009|06:50 pm] |
I'm really tired of letting assholes that get their way put me off to working for the whole day.
Fuck you kid. Fuck you haaaaaaaaaard.
Now graduate and get the fuck out. |
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