Aug 27
Tales from Asscrackistan
That weren’t too bad. Woke up early so I left early enough to bimble around at my leisure with ample time for fuck-ups. No fucking-up was had, surprisingly enough. Rather, I had a handful of people come up and ask me for help, despite having no clue myself. So… victory for me, for not looking totally lost and idiotic?
As twittered earlier… I wasn’t only stuck in K-Lot, but the bottom of the asscrack of K-Lot. This is going to get old quick. Only about a quarter mile to the bus stop, but… it was raining… and… I like to whine… a lot…
On the subject of whining: unlike previously thought, I don’t have two more books to buy. I have four more. Fuckadoo! Should only be about $60, but still… I kind of don’t have $60. Loan overages are great and all, but only when it’s in your hands… not when it’s still tied up in the Fin.Aid department. Ugh. Dropped the prices on some of my listings on half.com, so maybe I’ll be able to make it soon…
But let’s get to unwhining a bit, and find us some joy… again, as twittered earlier, Kev rocks my socks. Yes, I was rather dreading starting classes up again, whined about it (because as previously stated, I like to whine), and was getting mighty heartsick as I cradled my grande chai, thinking of places I’d rather be (namely, in his arms). Extremely sick and bummed at being so far removed everything. Then he texts and shoots my moods off the happy-charts. Seriously. His sweetie-sweetie-sweetness will always brighten the yuckiest, rainiest of days.
*sigh*
Just reflecting on that a bit. I’m so stupidly lucky.
Now starts the debate of whether I want to start on my SW paper or just have a lie-down. I guess… paper? I guess… blurgh. Stupid learnings.
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