Monday, September 15, 2003
Today I feel like talking, and I want to talk on here where no one can interrupt me. Except for Carol Anne, whose IM is blinking as I type. But she's allowed.
I hate having certain character traits questioned, especially if they are those that I am working on or have worked on to develop. People irritate me today. Usually I love them and just want to be with people. Right now I just want my girls -- especially Emily. She's comforting and knows me and makes me laugh. All the girls in the hall + my upstairs babies *JannaBanana and SuzyMyLove, that's you two* are fabulous too.
Maybe I shouldn't release my thoughts on the world when I'm in a foul mood.
Maybe I should. Someone today asked what was wrong because I wasn't smiling. Am I that easy to read? Am I always smiling? I guess maybe I am. I'm just working through a decision and it's hard. The one person I need to say something won't say it or can't say it, and I have to work off of that while waiting for them to say something. Did that make sense? Probably not because there's no context but I have to be vague.
I feel bland today. I'm not a bland person. Usually I'm pink toenails and pretty post-its and loud music and laughing through the night. I didn't feel like that until my professionalism was questioned. What the crap?
Professionalize this. I'm off to watch
Moulin Rouge with Emily. Maybe it will put the sparkle back somewhere.
. celebrate . `@ 6:57 PM
Sunday, September 14, 2003
It's been over a week since I blogged. Unlike me and like me in the same sense.
I'm really tired. And I slept 8 hours today. No, not last night. Today. Like from 8 AM 4 PM, with a small break for lunch.
Yes, I skipped church. Yes, I'm a heathen.
Matt came this weekend. It was a good weekend. The end.
My roommate is back and we are partying hard with our homework. I'm so distracted because I've been doing it incessantly since I got up. I think I've gone off the deep end.
Quote of the Night:"Another tree bites the dust." -
the roommate
Look, just because I can't set margins correctly doesn't make me a tree murderer.
Or does it?
. celebrate . `@ 11:10 PM