12:34

The time I start this entry. Lord have mercy.


In either seventeen, or twenty-four days, I will be back out at YoWoChAs. I look forward to it, but at the same time...

Dread it with my entire being.

But it will work out.
Will school?

I still haven't received a 'get the fuck out of my school' letter yet, and I fear time is running out... I leave soon. This needs to be resolved before I leave for YoWoChAs.

And my funding, and my CYA certs.

Too bad life is never perfect, however hard you close your eyes and try to pretend.
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I'm out. I hope against all forms of hope...

Please don't reject my appeal.


As much as I complain about it, I've got nothing except school.

Shit.

My cat is my lover, and my best friend.
All the while he is stupid, retarded, and loathful.

This morning I decided that I would finish reading The Blind Assassin, by Margaret Atwood, in my room downstaris and I learned something.

My cat suffers from severe seperation anxiety.

He broke a wine glass, an ashtray, and dismantled most of the kitchen in an attempt to getr my attention.

Now he's trying to cuddle and love me... while he doesn't understand why I'm so angry.

I swear having a cat is like having a less maintained child....

I leave Saturday morning, I'm half packed. I'm going to miss Spencer so stupidly much.

But, it'll be alright, we'll figure it out. Nellus my doll, is coming over to have a girly movie day with me, while I await the internet people to come and fix my computer...

What a life...

So much waiting.
For what?
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Doss Cunt.

So. As a general heads-up. I hate sleeping in a damp and humid room. With a bajillion mosquitoes, andno warm body next to me at night.

This spring session stuff is for the birds, honestly, so boring, and somehow... exhausting.


Spencer came out today and visited me...
My boss was there... so I didn't cry, but jeez... It sure made me miss him something fierce.

My six days at YoWo... nearly half done.

Tomorrow=Hell
and love,
all in one.

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Jiggity Jig!

Until Sunday that is. White Stripes on Saturday!! The bro might not be able to show his face then, so I might be making some mulah off a ticket...

Whoop!!

Because quite honestly, I do need the money. I mean my debts are ever mounting, and pay day is looking quite far. But at least, at last, I can say I am working again!

I hate being gone out of the city, but at the same time, the people are super rad thus far!!

But, I'm going to shower, and start the look good process for my man. I missed him something awful. Argh!!

You know who is supa' hott, supa' fly?
Maggie Gyllenhaal.

Period.

I want her body, her skill.
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