May 10, 2003 :: 11:19 p.m.
I hate the Internal Revenue Service
Okay. You know what? It's really fucking hot up here. Like sweltering, August in the Sahara wearing sweatpants and a parka hot. It's 67 degrees out, according to my Weather Bug, but I'd bet my sad little tax return that it's at least 10 degreed hotter in my bedroom. Boo, hiss. The only time being hot and sweaty is a good thing is when it comes about as a result of much sex. Seeing as how I am not currently in mid-coitus, this sort of hot and sweatiness is just gross and bad. I'm drinking soda! I don't really even LIKE soda, but I'm drinking it because I couldn't find a glass big enough to hold a sufficient amount of water.
Why must HACC's website go all fucking wonky when I'm trying to figure out what classes to take? Dammit. I suppose I should really apply before I get into this, but I'm bored and have very little else to do. I'm also wondering how I can possibly swing a full-time job if I'm also going to school full time. I don't think I can, and if that's the case then who in god's name is going to hire me now? You don't hire people full-time for three months. Gah.
Anyway... as I mentioned above, I got my tax return today. It's pathetic, and it also makes no sense whatsoever. I made more than Adam did and yet I got back almost $200 less. What the fuck? There was a mistake made somewhere, I'm nearly positive, and for once it wasn't my fault. Well, maybe not filling out the childishly simple form myself was a mistake, but otherwise I'm free and clear. And poor. I bought a pair of sleep pants, a sack of dog toys, and some presents for my mom at Target this afternoon after I cashed the horribly lacking check. I think I'm going to return the pants, because even though they're very fun and appear to be comfy and attractive, the real truth of it is that they're sort of clingy and annoying. Not very flattering, either, what with the horizontal stripes making my already chunky legs look like bovine carcasses hanging from the ceiling of a butcher shop. And being the vegetarian person that I am, this is not any kind of pleasing image for pants to bring to mind. So they'll probably go back to Target, and in their wake I'll pick up either some extremely fun underwear or a bunch of decorative trivets to hang on my wall. Maybe even both! Oh, the wonders.
I also managed to score two tickets to the Pearl Jam show in Hershey, thanks to a plea for an early birthday present. Or just a birthday present, actually, since the concert is 4 days before my birthday. I receive the tickets as a birthday present and so in turn can take Adam as an "I love you!" present. It works out well. And I'll still get stuff for my birthday, because my parents are either forgetful or excessive like that.
I believe it's time for me to take a trip to the bathroom, what with the having to pee and the beginning my period and such. Woo-ha, fun times. I think I'm going to start knitting a dishcloth or something tonight, also. I need a simple thing to work on so as to heal the wounds to my pride caused by two unsuccessful projects in a row. I really will post pictures of this stuff soon, I promise. For now - ciao.
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