August 10, 2002 :: 12:50 p.m.
I've been picking bad apples all my life
Called off work. Woo. I've been sitting here, trying valiantly to amuse myself, but going back to sleep is looking ever nicer. I'm a little pissed, also, because my Buffy shirt came today. One size fits all? Maybe if you're
five. Argh. I don't think I could get that thing over my head, and I am definitely not being facetious here. I can either shed 100 pounds (and then I would die) or dismember it and try to make it fit somehow. Or accept the fact that I have a Buffy shirt but will never in a million years be able to wear it, and console myself. Perhaps with ice cream. Except we don't have any good ice cream, and anyway, then I'd have to lose 102 pounds to wear it. Those two extra pounds would be such a bitch, you know.
On a happier note, my lillies have opened. Well, three of them have, the brave little darlings. See:
You can spy The Scary Mr. Rubberface behind the flowers, if you look. He's a hand puppet and you move his eyes with your fingers. Freaky, no? I got him from my sister when I was younger.
You know what I like? Nilla Wafers. Yum. And Jif Extra Crunchy peanut butter. And cantaloupe. I need to go to the grocery store (not for any of these things), but I don't have any money. I don't have any money because I haven't picked up my paycheck yet. I'll have to get it on Monday, when I work the shift that I have a love/hate relationship with - 6 to 2:30. I love it because I get to leave at 2:30 and actually have a life after work, but I hate it because do you realize how early 5 o' clock is? Oh yes, I do, because that's when I have to leave. Which means that I have be up by 4:30, at the latest. The hate side of this relationship is kind of edging out the love side, but hey. The moral of this story is that it doesn't matter because I only have three more work days left.
Today is (dun dun duuun) exactly two weeks until I leave for school. Two weeks, and I still haven't heard anything about the loan I applied for. I got a rejection in the mail yesterday from the loan company that already rejectd me once - nice of them to rub it in. But seriously, I'm confused. I'm hoping that the one I got yesterday isn't for the Gate loan, because that would just suck way more than I care to imagine. Wouldn't it say "First Marblehead Gate" whatever on the envelope somewhere? One would think.
Blah. Why can't I have rich relatives who dote on me and pay for school? Or hell, why aren't my parents incredibly wealthy? Damn it all. I have no rich relatives. My parents are not incredibly wealthy. The only things my family can provide me with easily are drugs and annoyance, and while the former could potentially pay for school, I refuse to dye my wool black and enter the narcotics trade. Because every family of dealers and alcoholics needs at least one white sheep, and around here I'm it. Baaa.
Eh. Okay, I need to go do something. I don't know what, but it must be done. I'll write later, I'm sure. Perhaps with a bible story for my god-fearing readers.
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