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Mar. 4th, 2007 01:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lllookaliveI'm so fucking annoyed right now. I've been really irritable all week, to the point of snapping at a lot of people I didn't mean to. I don't know what it is. The last few weeks, though hellish to the point of a near breakdown in terms of schoolwork were actually great. I was so productive and on top of things and happy to be working on what I was. Now I just want to burn it all. I want it to be over. I needed to get two pages of Scorpion Dance inked this weekend. I had today and yesterday to do it. What do I do? Spend most of yesterday at the store followed by... a shit ton of nothing. And then today was about as good. I have one page done and I'm not even happy with it. I think it's a mess. I'm better than that, fucking hell. At least I got my boards printed for the new storyboarding project- not that I've started it past the script. And I've sorta kinda thought about my lettering final... Yeah. Great. I don't know why I do this- it doesn't do anyone any good. I just drive myself crazy over jack shit. I hate the feeling that nothing I ever do will ever be good enough for myself.
And to make matters even more fun, Joe and I had this big blowout today because I finally got sick of expending all that fucking energy I do telling him to do things he needs to be doing. WASHING THREE GODSDAMNED DISHES IS NOT THAT FREAKING DIFFICULT. And I'm sorry I'm so damned bitter- I work my ass off all day while he watches basketball on TV and won't even get off his lazy ass to do a few of his own breakfast dishes. I'm not his mother. Why do I even have to ask him to do these things? I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO. And now I'm just making myself mad again, so enough of that.
The one good thing that came of this week (and about five hours of madness and aggravation and headache) is that I finally got my reservations squared away for Spring Break and will be taking the Airporter Shuttle to Yakima instead of the Grayhound or the Amtrak to some distant and unknown land of crumbling mythology. AKA Portland OR, or something equally ridiculously far away from Walla Walla. Better known as the ASSCRACK OF NOWHERE. I called my mom trying to figure one aspect of it out(namely the one about why the money wouldn't transfer to make the reservation) and ended up just rattling off a stream of expletives and grinding my teeth til she read me a bedtime story. ...The story of our lives.
I need to stop writing. I'm just riling myself up again and at this rate I'll never fall asleep. I probably won't be online much in the coming days, just because every time I am, something that could take five hours ends up taking twelve. I'm also having issues interacting with other members of my species, as you may have observed.
I want a cat.
And to make matters even more fun, Joe and I had this big blowout today because I finally got sick of expending all that fucking energy I do telling him to do things he needs to be doing. WASHING THREE GODSDAMNED DISHES IS NOT THAT FREAKING DIFFICULT. And I'm sorry I'm so damned bitter- I work my ass off all day while he watches basketball on TV and won't even get off his lazy ass to do a few of his own breakfast dishes. I'm not his mother. Why do I even have to ask him to do these things? I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO. And now I'm just making myself mad again, so enough of that.
The one good thing that came of this week (and about five hours of madness and aggravation and headache) is that I finally got my reservations squared away for Spring Break and will be taking the Airporter Shuttle to Yakima instead of the Grayhound or the Amtrak to some distant and unknown land of crumbling mythology. AKA Portland OR, or something equally ridiculously far away from Walla Walla. Better known as the ASSCRACK OF NOWHERE. I called my mom trying to figure one aspect of it out(namely the one about why the money wouldn't transfer to make the reservation) and ended up just rattling off a stream of expletives and grinding my teeth til she read me a bedtime story. ...The story of our lives.
I need to stop writing. I'm just riling myself up again and at this rate I'll never fall asleep. I probably won't be online much in the coming days, just because every time I am, something that could take five hours ends up taking twelve. I'm also having issues interacting with other members of my species, as you may have observed.
I want a cat.
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Date: 2007-03-05 09:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-05 06:52 pm (UTC)(ignore the lack of an appropriate icon; paid account died oops)
Date: 2007-03-05 04:06 pm (UTC)PS: I'LL CHEER YOU UP IN PERSON OKAY? OMFG I GET TO SEE YOU THIS WEEK.
PSS:
We're gonna be friends forever!
I'll always be there for you!
We're as close as --
The vena cava and the aorta!
We're best friends just like --
Amoxicillin and clavulanic acid!
The tibia, the fibula! The left and right ventricle!
A hypodermic needle and a latex tourniquet!
Diverticulitis and a barium enema! (http://www.sendspace.com/file/8lamq2)
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Date: 2007-03-05 04:07 pm (UTC)I guess that icon IS REALLY APPRORIATE LOL WHAT. F-FAIL.Re: (ignore the lack of an appropriate icon; paid account died oops)
Date: 2007-03-05 06:51 pm (UTC)No, seriously. I really needed this. I'm so ticked right now I want to throw a tantrum somewhere very public.
*hugssobs*
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Date: 2007-03-05 07:05 pm (UTC)ALSO: PARKER'S RUN AND TUCKER-TOUCHING.
WHAT IS YOUR CLASS SCHEDUAL FOR THIS WEEK?
...i totally can be asking these questions over aim right now but uh i totally didn't. XD
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Date: 2007-03-05 07:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-04 02:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-05 05:11 pm (UTC)