Time is moving far too fast...and as usual I've wasted a good deal of it. But I've been mostly good today and have typed up notes. Now if only I could manage to commit them to memory somehow before my first final tomorrow morning... GAH!!! The end.
Why is it that when you punish a child, the kid feels that it's the worst thing in the world. That is, until the next day when they do the same thing again?
It's not "u"! It's "you"! When writing something that's not a text (that's limited by character count), use "you"...and even then only when you can't fit the entire text in the limit!
This week has been pretty crappy so far. I got way too little sleep last night, and this night was simply too short. I wished the clock would show 2 am when I woke up this morning, unfortunately it was 6:40 and the alarm would set off in a few minutes. Inefficiency ensued at work, at least I got a little done today and tomorrow will be good (yay for optimism). Just to end a crappy day the bank ...
Fight with the boyfriend last night... I guess it doesn't really matter what it was about, but I want to bitch. Don't get me wrong, my man can be the sweetest most kind man. But as always, he has his downfalls... I had eaten supper with him (about 27 calories worth), because he said he wouldn't eat unless I did. Everything was going fine, and even though I felt like sh*t for eating when I ...
So, some of you know that I help a friend out financially. Three weeks ago, I told her that there was simply no way that we could afford to do her grocery shopping one week this month. She picked last week, saying that another friend would be able to help out--but it would have to be last week because said friend is going out of town for two weeks as of the 13th. I get a call from her ...
well, last night was clearly an indicator of what next week is going to be like. Totally wiped out from it. (my shift ended at 11, but we had one guest that pushed it to ending at 11:40. Only because she had something wrong with her credit cards - needless to say, I was very patient, but I could tell Alex was getting pissed that this guest was keeping me later then I should be there, especially ...
.... It would eventually help me to become financially stable. I just don't know. It seems hopeless. And it kills me to know that I could easily have the money if it could be considered a graduate program. Gah. And Sallie Mae is killing my credit with the mess they got me into. Tomorrow my job is to get this figured out. I need to find a solution that will get me into Salter. Everything else in my ...
