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May. 11th, 2006 01:08 pmi am having a fucking terrible day.
to go along with my fucking awful week.
to go along with my terribly shitty life.
dammit.
i mean. let's count from last friday.
friday: get stuck in house due to cruising. damn. no money, no getting to work, no fun. get a letter from john (which is a plus), but can't figure out what to say.
saturday: still stuck in house due to cruising. curses parents for living in the west end. still can't figure out what to say to john.
sunday: finally free. no one wants to hang out. and my sister's a bitch and wants me to help her go get drunk. yeah right. fuck you. try to have fun... have none. ignore the letter from john.
monday: wake up early for no purpose. go to work. get a verbal warning for not coming in to work, though i told everyone... the whole time... that it's out of my control. gah. am in too much of a bad mood to write.
tuesday: forget to turn in timesheet. shit. yet another warning to come. have gained weight and feel fat and sticky. shit. uncle's in the hospital.
wednesday: turn in time sheet after having run around all day. what do i have to show for it?? dirty clothes and nothing else. get an email from my advisor. apparently i'm suspended for a semester from uofl because of my grades. shit.
thursday: wake up to no car, the rain and an aching body. the email's still there. shit. find out cousin is extremely allergic to mangos, so when i offered to go over to her house yesterday, i should've. she'd passed out and was really really on the verge of dead. swear. still haven't written to john. have to catch tarc in the rain without an umbrella. feel sick at the stomach and really wanna kill my sister. i fucking hate today.
and then friday: still have to go to work. have to also talk to someone about appealing the kicking out of school... considering i'm too sick of a person to go without a doctor for a semester. will probably finally get the second warning. jumps off a bridge to end misery. the end.
i swear. my days are slowly getting the shitty. i need to take a day where no one's around and kill me. really. here's to next week and hoping it's better. jeez.
Find your Celestial Choir
to go along with my fucking awful week.
to go along with my terribly shitty life.
dammit.
i mean. let's count from last friday.
friday: get stuck in house due to cruising. damn. no money, no getting to work, no fun. get a letter from john (which is a plus), but can't figure out what to say.
saturday: still stuck in house due to cruising. curses parents for living in the west end. still can't figure out what to say to john.
sunday: finally free. no one wants to hang out. and my sister's a bitch and wants me to help her go get drunk. yeah right. fuck you. try to have fun... have none. ignore the letter from john.
monday: wake up early for no purpose. go to work. get a verbal warning for not coming in to work, though i told everyone... the whole time... that it's out of my control. gah. am in too much of a bad mood to write.
tuesday: forget to turn in timesheet. shit. yet another warning to come. have gained weight and feel fat and sticky. shit. uncle's in the hospital.
wednesday: turn in time sheet after having run around all day. what do i have to show for it?? dirty clothes and nothing else. get an email from my advisor. apparently i'm suspended for a semester from uofl because of my grades. shit.
thursday: wake up to no car, the rain and an aching body. the email's still there. shit. find out cousin is extremely allergic to mangos, so when i offered to go over to her house yesterday, i should've. she'd passed out and was really really on the verge of dead. swear. still haven't written to john. have to catch tarc in the rain without an umbrella. feel sick at the stomach and really wanna kill my sister. i fucking hate today.
and then friday: still have to go to work. have to also talk to someone about appealing the kicking out of school... considering i'm too sick of a person to go without a doctor for a semester. will probably finally get the second warning. jumps off a bridge to end misery. the end.
i swear. my days are slowly getting the shitty. i need to take a day where no one's around and kill me. really. here's to next week and hoping it's better. jeez.
Find your Celestial Choir
