September 05, 2003 :: 1:36 a.m.
wake me when I've won the lottery
There is just no excuse for this level of procrastination. Bad, bad Amanda. It's 1:30. I have to get up in 5 1/2 hours. I'm so tired that I may very well pass out on the keyboard and end up with little key marks all over my face in the morning. And yet. I finish my sculpture, and hop on the compy to write up my little paper thing that's due tomorrow. But instead of doing that, I get distracted and putz around online until about 20 minutes ago, at which point I decide that I need to write the fucking paper and go to bed or I'm going to die. So I do. And then I spend another 10 minutes trying to decide which font to print it in. I'm very particular about my typography. I hate big fonts. 12pt Times New Roman? Hello, grade school. I have never had so little to say that I had to print something in 12pt Times New Roman. Or 12pt anything, for that matter. I'm strictly a 10pt or below girl myself. No offense meant to anyone who favors 12pt TNR, but come on. The letters are like 15 inches high.
Wasting time, wasting time. Time that I don't have to waste. Creative Writing started tonight - I was grumpy and nervous, but it went really well. My professor is this really cool old poet guy, and a lot of my classmates are adult students. I like adult students. They're more fun to talk to. I've never really be able to relate to people my age, for whatever reason. I suspect that it's because I skipped being a teenager entirely and instead went straight from angsty adolescent to confused 20-something. Although I'm not quite 20-something just yet. But you know what I mean.
I get Angel Season Two tomorrow. I would do a happy dance, complete with high-pitched squeals of delight, but right now I don't even have the motor skills required to operate a keyboard properly, so it'll have to wait. Tomorrow, definitely. Dancing and fun will be had. Weekend, beautiful weekend. Someone needs to clone you and replace every other day with your school-free goodness.
Blaajfaudbg. Goodnight.
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