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[22 Nov 2009|11:27pm] Is it really such a horrible thing to need one day to yourself? erf.

[27 Feb 2009|10:48pm] "You do not want to be comfortable" Someone just told me this, and i've gotta wonder if it's true. Note to self add this to my list of crisis in self awareness land. erf.

[14 Feb 2009|03:51am] I hate the way words are never as eloquent outside of my mind as they are inside of it. erf.

BITCH FEST [29 Aug 2008|12:07pm] [ mood | annoyed ] So I just spent 200 dollars on TWO, count em, TWO textbooks. It's just a bunch of glossy pieces of paper with words and some pictures. WHY IN THE HELL AM I PAYING 100 DOLLARS A PIECE FOR THEM? Oh that's right, because I have no other freaking choice! So with this purchase I can officially kiss anything joyous I had planned goodbye because I am now poor :). Trip to New Paltz? HAHA, I DONT THINK SO. Clothes shopping? YEAH FREAKING RIGHT. Guess I'm stuck with my current crappy wardrobe which is made up of about 2% decent clothing and 98% ripped, tattered, stained, crap which doesn't even fit me properly because I am oh-so-lucky enough to have a psychotic metabolism that allows me to both gain AND lose weight at the drop of a god damn hat. So I'll get to spend the next few months in clothes that give me saggy-ass and hold-your-pants-as-you walk syndrome and I am overjoyed about that as you may have guessed. I go back to my usual job of after school center joy tuesday, and normally that would put my financial woes to rest.. but given that I can only work 2 days a week(possibly 3 if I can convince my boss to let me come in a little late on fridays) and will be making round about 100 dollars every TWO weeks that's not going to happen. I guess I can kiss fun goodbye for the next couple of months. And now for the sake of accentuating the positive, anything in my life that doesnt involve school, money, or clothes is fan-freaking-tastic... i swear! 1 + erf.

[15 Jun 2008|12:40am] I wish I could selectively remove my existence from certain people's memories. It'd be a lot easier than figuring out ways to reject people, or telling someone you don't particularly value their friendship. erf.

[17 Mar 2008|12:16pm] I'm really bothered by how much it bothers me. Bother, bother, bother. erf.

[08 Feb 2008|12:32pm] I really hate feeling this jaded and out of touch. erf.

[14 Jan 2008|08:05pm] I hate feeling like I should do the mature adult thing, when I'd really much rather do the selfish bratty thing. erf.

Scattered thoughts of nonsense [26 Dec 2007|06:14pm] My ass and thighs love these holiday desserts, I do not. On the boy front, I've given up giving a fuck. But who knows, tomorrow he may surprise me. Hell, he probably will, because that's what happens every time I get smart and prepare to stop being the doormat. WHATEVER. 1 + erf.

[31 Oct 2007|06:44pm] Drawn on beards are hard to maintain =\ And they itch. erf.

[10 Sep 2007|01:37pm] I've been having one of those cookie cutter bad days. You know.. tripping over your shoelaces and having conjunctivitis. All sorts of fun stuff up in here. But at least I know there's a homeless veteran out there who loves me, and that's cool.. i guess. erf.

[03 Aug 2007|12:56am] The future's looking bright. Opportunity's knocking, and I'm eager to let it in. Who would of thought my quest to find a shitty job that pays would lead to me (hopefully) getting a job someplace that will actually jump start my future career? Suddenly I'm not so angry that places like CVS and Duane Reade couldn't be bothered to even call me in for an interview. I start training/initiation tomorrow (all part of the interview process), all I'm doing is sitting in and observing a class, but I'm still pretty excited. Next Friday I get to observe and sit in on a class, and then on that Sunday I actually get to teach. I hope I knock them dead, getting this job could mean so many great things for me. I've actually been giddy all week. Keep your fingers crossed for me guys, otherwise it's back to trying to find jobs flipping burgers at Mickey D's. erf.

[20 Jul 2007|11:44pm] Know what pisses me off? When Nick at Nite says they're gonna play my faaaavorite episode of Full House but instead play the Fresh Prince. LAAAAAAAAAAAAAME. erf.

[14 Jul 2007|11:50pm] I wish I were a rich kid who could take some time off from the real world and run away to Europe to find herself. If fucking only. erf.

[30 Jun 2007|08:28pm] So my dad's getting married again. That's... interesting. erf.

Oh dad... [27 Jun 2007|02:55am] [ mood | amused ] [ music | 100 Years-The Cure ] My dad's getting old. Ok.. he's only 56. But he's always seemed to have a bit of a rapid aging problem, for example when I was in elementary school everyone thought he was my grandfather as opposed to my dad. On his recent stay here I've noticed he's taken on a lot of the qualities we associate with the senior citizen crowd, like having to have things repeated to you 5,000 times at an above average volume, and still not getting it. Case in point: Me: to my father in the living room from the kitchen, about 20 feet in distance Dad! This leftover Chinese on the counter, are you going to eat it or can I throw it away? Dad : Whaaat? Me: louder This food on the counter, can I put it away? Dad: I have no idea what that is. me: Raise eyebrows. Pick up food, walk to doorway where dad can see me Are you going to eat more of this, or can I put it back in the fridge? Dad: That? I think it's something with shrimp or whatever, i don't know. Me: ....I'm gonna put it away now dad. Dad: Ok. He's also been asking the same questions at least once a day, forgetting he asked them previously (Greg when do you start summer school? You find a job yet Mandy? You register for school?). I think anyone who thinks lots of the wacky tabacky won't kill brain cells should talk to my dad, they'd probably change their mind. erf.

[24 Jun 2007|02:33pm] I don't know why either of my parents have cellphones when they never answer them. erf.

[23 Jun 2007|10:48pm] I hate flossing. Just for the record. 1 + erf.

Subconcious hates me [25 May 2007|04:20pm] [ mood | distressed ] [ music | How do you sleep?-John Lennon (fitting, huh?) ] I keep having these terrible dreams. In the first of them I found myself locked in an alternate reality where everyone I knew and cared about was gone, but I could still see them through this mirror thing (very "Through the Looking Glass") and I could still talk to them via phone.. but I could never ever see them again. My brother existed in both realities, but I eventually lost him when a witch of sorts turned him and all the other "bad kids" into a shoe plant (don't ask) which lead to me desperately trying to get my brother back because he was all I had. I was on the phone sobbing to other-reality greg about how i needed him and he told me there was no way I could ever get him back, and I was now alone for good. I woke up crying. The last two dreams I had following this one involved people telling me how much they hate me, pointing out my every flaw and everything I hate about myself and telling me how much it disgusts them that I am this way. Needless to say, I wasn't too pleased when I woke up after these dreams either. I'd like to take this time to plead with my subconcious and ask if these dreams could officially cease to exist and I could go back to dreaming about fun things like penguin anarchy and Fred Flinstone. That would be great, thanks. erf.

[15 May 2007|01:59am] Ever hear the one about the girl who couldn't make up her fucking mind? Remind me to tell you about it one day, it's an enthralling tale. 1 + erf.

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