My will power sucks.
Had to run up to the mall to grab something for Carla, since it's her birthday and all. Oh! But on my way there I saw someone in a giant sub suit dancing on the corner of 250 and 31, i'm going to assume for Subway. I was laughing so hard I almost hit the guy in front of me. Oops. But yeah, it was hell trying to find a place to park and everything. Anyway, so i'm wandering around cluelessly trying to figure out what the hell i'm gonna get her, and I ended up buying a bunch of stuff for myself. I ended up buying a pair of pants and skirts and stuff, and I still had no idea what to get her. Nathan was working, he suggested I just wear the clothes I bought and say I bought her the gift of awesome fashion. Not a bad idea! I did eventually get her something, if only I had done it BEFORE buying all that other stuff. Sigh.
And to think, I get to do it all again! I still have to get people stuff, I just have no idea what yet. Christmas shopping is gonna kill me.
But! I'm in a good mood and that's all that matters.
Can I have the username of an abandoned journal?
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I want the username Plague. It was created in 2001 and hasn't been updated AT ALL. Three years of nothingness. See that stuff right there? It's all bullshit. Fie on you, Livejournal.
For once can't somebody just..not ask something of me?
No. Because then I would lose all purpose.
I hate being so negative, I really do, but everything seems to be pushing me lately. Er, everybody, even? I don't know. Maybe that's an exaggeration, there's a buncha people that are peachy, just a select few make me wanna scream.
I had more to say, but it's really not relevant.
I need a vacation. I don't think that's possible?
Work is starting to get a little too hectic. Now i'm going to be working Fridays alone, as well as Thursday alone, and occaisonally a Sunday shift by myself. I don't mind working more to make up for the fact that i'm alone, but it would be nice if they could at least pay me more. I'm also considering on finding a second job, rather it just be for the holiday season or permanent. I don't know how long i'd be able to last, though.
I keep forgetting about Carla's party on Saturday. I don't think I wanna go, but I don't really have a choice. (Shh, I didn't say that.) Nothing against her or anything, because she's cool and all but..yeah.
Whit's entry reminded me of how uncomfortable theatre was today. I was under the assumption that the "essence phrase" was to be kept a secret, seeing as it's so personal and everything. I know the point was to use it and open up to the person we were doing it with, but I ended up avoiding it at all costs. I didn't even use the POV, but only because Shawn talks a lot and I can't ever get a word in. Not that that's bad or anything. I mean, at least I can realize and accept the fact that i'm reluctant to share stuff like that. It seemed as if he was avoiding the subject too by rambling about nothing. Oh well.
Things are just too..comlpicated.
I stayed up last night and tried to finish the mod. I got two little question things done, and then I got distracted and ended up writing about 2-3 pages of just random thoughts and things. So, needless to say, I didn't finish the mod. In fact, I ended up falling asleep on my floor.
Woke up this morning feeling like shit. The mod isn't due 'til tomorrow, but it's a group effort and someone has to type it before friday so..yeah. So I did a little during the day, and in class I got a good chunk done, save for the last little paragraph thing. I feel really guilty, 'cause now I have to find Ben sometime tomorrow morning to give it to him, and I don't think I see him ever. I'm making myself sick over this stupid thing. I don't care, but I do. (That sounds familiar..)Thank god it's only a semester course. I can't wait 'til it's over.
I don't know. Just frustrated with things, I guess. I hate when thigns linger in the back of your mind, and end up ruining everything else. I've been there way too much lately.
I've been so horrible at trying to form complete thoughts or sentences lately. People just need to be telepathic. It was especially hard today, since I was tired to the point where I just randomly babbled something in hopes of at least part of it being understood. Made semi-serious conversation very interesting.
But! We did kinda figure out what we're doing for our second film. We wanna do a murder mystery set in the 1920's. I have a feeling we're gonna run into a lot of technical problems with this. But! It's gonna be fun. We're just gonna need a bunch of crazy (theatre) people to join in.
I'm gonna give the photo portrait thing another try. I got lazy. I don't think the weather is gonna like me, though, that limits some things. So..gonna have to rally people up for that again.
I don't think Steffer believes me about the painting thing. Probably because I kept telling her I was gonna take it home and burn it instead of finishing it. I told her my little sister coloured on it and she kinda just gave me this look and walked away. Oops. Just for kicks i'm gonna have my mom write her a note. I really don't care, but I do kinda wish that I could use it as an excuse not to finish.
Can ANYTHING go right?
"Jesus and Georgie" painting. Spent countless hours on the fucking thing, and i'm still only half done. What happens? Tori sneaks into my room while i'm at work and decides to touch up my painting..with a sharpie. So, not only d I have to finish the painting, but I also have to redo the parts I ALREADY painted because there is green and brown sharpie all over it. For fuck's sake, how hard is it to keep an eye on her? Fuck the painting, there's no way in hell i'm going back and doing that all again.
I'm so fucking sick of..this. But, unfortunetely, there's not a whole hell of a lot I can do about it right now. I don't like waiting. But, whatever. I should be used to it by now.
And to add to the shittyness, i've just been informed that i'm having my wisdom teeth removed during Christmas break. Great.