June 25, 2002 :: 3:46 p.m.
all the faults of men and mice are mine
So it's been a less then spectacular day thus far. Last night (from the time of the last entry, about 11:30, until I fell asleep) was spent bawling hysterically; all attempts to get myself under control were for naught. It was a lost cause, I was gone. At some point I fell asleep, and the next thing I know my mom's coming into my room going, "Didn't you have to work early this morning?" I slept right through my alarm, I guess. I left the house at 6:15, at which point I was already 15 minutes late. I got there at 7:00... the cool thing about Roy (my manager) is that he doesn't really care if you're late as long as you get there. But I was really, really not good this morning. I woke up all puffy-faced and feeling like shit from my crying jag, only to discover that I'm late for work. It was just a very bad start to the day.
The only good thing about being at work was that I got to see Wanda. Wanda's great. Together we came to the conclusion that boys suck. And why do they suck? They suck because they don't think like girls. Even my boy, who is substantially superior to the vast majority of the male population, doesn't know why I get upset because he thinks like a boy. And in a boy's mind, the things that upset me are nothing, non-existent, stupid, not worth worrying about, which in turn makes me feel like a complete nutjob, like I just made it all up, like I'm the one causing all the problems. Which I suppose I am. *sigh* Please excuse the run-on-ness of the sentence prior to the last sentence.
I'm talking to Amanda on AIM right now. We might hang out tonight, but I don't know what we're going to do. To be perfectly honest, I'm in a very sour mood and nothing seems like any fun. But if I stay home by myself, it'll only get worse... so I suppose going out and giving "fun" a go is a good idea. I'll update later, perhaps with something more lighthearted.
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