8:25 a.m. - 2003-11-18
meh?
At school early to finish up a paper (leaving me still two behind, total) and naturally find myself wasting precious time.
But this is okay, as I am listening to the fucking Rapture, which is at once off-putting and intoxicating.
I am going through my semi-annual stubble-sporting phase, which means I will be constantly itching my neck for the coming days and weeks. And bitching about how it is red, when my hair is brown and my eyebrows are black. Oh well. Why WOULDN'T you want your fucking body to be a rainbow?
I have become intolerably boring, perhaps a consequence of my born-again determination. The semester is coming to a close, as incredibly, scarily difficult as that is for me to announce. I have done approximately fuck all, and now must spontaneously achieve miracles. Or at least start lying better and more actively.
I am just a ball of rage and spunk of late. Methinks the time has come to give up the ghost on the work crush - I can't deal with his shit anymore, nor should I be expected to. I have discovered a correlation between my waxing and waning affection and his propensity to be a dick. If he would throw me a fucking bone (metaphor, people), I would at least try and look past some of his annoying little quirks. However, he has done no such thing. And so, I give up, before God and the internet. At least for now. I can tell he is another fucking Mackenzie, and should be immediately written off as such (fuckwit, hung up on hiding gayness, obsessed with self, at times boring).
Parting note...this album has so much cowbell it makes me want to ROCK this library.
