November 25, 2002 :: 11:00 p.m.
I'm not your spider-eating man-bitch
I just got an email from the work study job that I applied for a while back, the thing at the Annville Free Library. At first I thought,
weeee! But then I realized that the shifts that they need people for will be taking place next semester, not this semester, and so then I thought,
fucking HELL. Because I have class during all of the listed times. If it weren't for my damn art class, I could do the Tuesday/Thursday shift... freaking class gobbles up my entire Tuesday afternoon. Grr. So that's a bust. I guess I'm going to apply for a job at the computer lab, because it's relatively painless and hey, I get to play online while I'm at work. Niceness. Hopefully that'll work out.
In other news:
- My Statistics teacher is the biggest fucktard on the planet. He keeps a record of our grades online, and after the first test he put the grades up a few days before we had class. Adam and I didn't know about this then, but we do now, and so of course now he doesn't update it at all. Fucker.
- My dad is in Florida. I'm not sure why. He called me this afternoon on his cell phone, all staticy, and said that he took a drive. To which I replied, "hell of a long drive," because 1,800 miles isn't a drive, it's trip. I'm hoping he'll be home sometime over Thanksgiving break, because I want to see him.
- I got my Anthropology test back this morning, and much to my surprise I managed to get one of only three A's in the entire class. Go me. I had a B+ in that class around midterms, but I'm relatively certain that I've got a solid A by now.
- I have lots of fun ideas for things to draw, but I don't have any time. It's making me cranky.
- My internet connection is being slower than a really slow thing. It's thoroughly annoying.
Hrm... let's end the list. It was fun while it lasted, my sweet list, but I just have to move on. You understand. Hey, it's 11:11, make a wish.
*wishes*
You know... this shit better come true someday. I make so many wishes that if this were a Disney movie, I'd have about twelve Blue Fairies nibbling at my ankles and at least one Fairy Godmother turning my roommate into a big pile of money. Mmm, an Emily to money transformation. That would make my frickin' year.
Tomorrow means a whopping FOUR episodes of Buffy (three on FX at 8 a.m., 6 p.m., and 7 p.m., and then a new episode on UPN at 8 p.m.), English, Statistics, fevered work on the dreaded Anthro project, semi-packing, and then a yummy sleepover with Adam. Minus the two classes and the project, hey, it would be an awesome day. But I shan't complain, because after all, I do get FOUR episodes of Buffy and a sleepover with my baby. The episodey goodness: "Intervention," "Tough Love," "Spiral," and then finally "Never Leave Me," in which I better damn well find Giles alive and well or there's going to be some serious tantrum action going on. I wish Adam could watch it with me, since he got to watch the last new episode and now he's all hooked. Poor boy... if I had to miss a new episode I think I'd need shock therapy. Or possibly a good insanity defense for when I have to go on trial and pretend that I didn't kill anyone of my own volition. It was the voices, I swear. It's Morphy, singing a weird jingle from Canadian children's television and telling me to do things.
Okay, no more Buffy talk for this entry, I promise. Soon Amanda won't even read this anymore, what with her extreme and completely ridiculous hatred of my beloved television series. Someday you will see the light, my poor, misguided faux-lesbian.
Ah. I should go work on my paper some more, because it's fun and stuff. Only not. Unfortunately, it really is required, and so I must toil and sweat until my little fingers can type no more. Ciao.
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