F for eFFort

Why can't I just crawl into bed and have nobody talk to me today?

And yes, I have to go on campus right now, instead I mope and whine in this virtual diary. A diary that I don't want anyone to read, but I like when people read it.

Sometimes I'll purposely not take the shuttle with people just because I hate talking. Anti-social? Not really.

Also I hate repeating myself.

What?

I don't want to go, but I guess I should. People who are overly random are annoying sometimes.

I'd say I'm not being overly random right now because this is a negative post and mostly everything here is negative. Retarded questions that are really statements are annoying, especially on days like today where I just want to sleep and not talk.

"Are you on the computer?" when I am clearly galloping my fingers on the keypad like a horse on a racetrack.

Are you seriously complaining right now?

This all started with a failed all-nighter, no parking on campus and being late to a midterm that I just plunked. Did I mention I just stuffed my face with truffles?

Oh wait, that's a good thing. (:

Man, I hate showing up places late but looks like I am going to be late.

LATEZ.

I promise I'm not a grump. (: and apparently I DO want to talk today.

Waiting for no one.

I'm bored.

Not a double entendre.

On facebook, everyone gets 1 free gift to give to someone. I never used mine because I was hoping to save it for somebody special. But now, with all those free gifts, gifts are just whatevers, a fun little chuckle. I don't think the gift I've been saving is even special anymore. In fact, I don't even think my gift is even useable or meaningful.

Of course, after all these years there still is no one to give the gift to anyway.

hehe.

No, I'm not THAT Stupid..

I have homework due tomorrow! I took my textbook to work today so I can read during my break/lunch/whatever. 9 out of 10 times I take any sort of academic material to work, I decide I'm too cool for that and decide to shop instead. Today was one of those days. I bought myself some sandals. ANYWAY

This isn't the most expensive book I've bought this quarter, but it's no pocket-change amount.

...Let me quickly explain why I'm putting off doing homework to scribble nonsense on here.

Searching for my keys after work ended, and feeling awful that one of my coworkers was waiting for me to finish finding my keys so she can drive home, I unloaded the contents of my bag onto the trunk of my car. After quite a bit of air-talking (mouthing, "I'm so sorry", "Ahh, my keys", "EEEEEP."), I found my keys and waved them triumphantly in the air to signal peace and relief.

I grabbed my stuff and rushed to the car, shoving my keys in the ignition, bumpin' Circa Survive as I reversed with one-hand B] and drove down the ramp as if to run away from the zone of workage.

When I came home, and heated up some eggrolls in the microwave (I knowwww, SOO asian. Of all things..) and plopped onto my chair to tackle ze assignment. I was thinking to myself, geeze, I wish I did some amount of reading at work, as I looked over for my book. Maybe I even threw a mini-tantrum in my head.

Well that mini-tantrum turned into a mini-panic attack when I failed to locate my textbook.

...okay I'm tired of all the suspense, and you have better things to do, so I'll cut it shorter than I would like:

My freaking book was gone! Not under my bed, not in my purse, not outside, not in my car.

...Not in my car.

No, No, No, I'm not THAT stupid to have left my book on top of my trunk when I was diggin around for my keys.......?...?

....

.......?

:?

Lazy bum clothes and all, I ran outside to my car, shoved my keys in the ignition, reversed out (with two hands this time), and drove with my highbeams on. I was going to retrace my steps/cartracks and find that freaking book.

As I got closer to the zone of my workingplacearea, I was getting more and more tantrumy. I guess I could buy another book, but it'd be a shame to spend money like that. With that money I could buy... and I was thinking of all the things I could buy with that small-but-still-significant-amount of money.

Meh, I drove up the ramp, scanning every inch of asphalt my tires had touched only 15 minutes before.

And what amazing feeling of relief I experienced sweeping through my brain to my heart then to my watery, eager eyes (justkidding) when I saw a little white dot at the top of the parking lot.

Could it be??

Could it was.

My book about 15 ft away from where my car was previously parked, chillin on the floor.

I think while I was gone my textbook had its own little fun. Next to it was a dirty used condom, sprawled on the floor. Whoo, my book knows how to spit some game. Maybe someone was going to drive back-- highbeams and all-- to come back for the condom? Maybe not. Probably not.

...I hope not.

AHHH.

It was like a mother finding her lost baby. Except it's a mother who probably can live without the baby. She just didn't want to go through the trouble of getting a new baby. It hurts financially.

Anyway, so I came home and decided that this was the most interesting thing that has happened to me all day. In honor of that I thought I'll take one of those reunited pictures of me and my book. You know, for old-times sake. (:

And then I looked at the picture and thought: hey, the girl in the cover kind of looks like me.

If my hair were fluttering in the wind, you'd see the resemblance.

Love, Jeannie

Before I thought it was fine to end an e-mail with a dash followed by my first name. If I want to be fancy and I'm feelin' snazzy, I'd spice it up and add my last name.

It wasn't really until college did I find myself in quite a pickle.

Even in the beginning of the e-mail do I write, Hi Professor so-and-so? Dear Professor so-and-so? But that wasn't that big of a deal. Besides, professors and professionals, when reading my baby-like e-mails have better things to do than analyze how I greeted them. They skip right onto my main point, as they glaze their eyes onto the end of the e-mail.

That last bit I put at the end of most of my e-mails had much thought put into them. One of my philosophy TAs used to write "Cheers" which I thought was pretty cool. Because of his sign-off, I thought he was a foreign student from England or something.

Then a couple of other TAs wrote "cheers"

I've heard things from Best, Regards, Warm Regards, Sincerely (but I've never gotten that one)...etc. How freaking annoying.

During my internship, my supervisor(?) and I made an e-mail thread. I ran out of things to say, and went back to my old style of "-Jeannie"

I think I eventually abandoned a sign-off altogether.

Quasi-instant messaging?

Meh, it doesn't really matter because it probably didn't really matter to him. .....except I don't really know that.

Everything is so virtual now. Maybe I go a little overboard on my haha usage on AIM. But everytime I chuckle, smile or laugh, I throw it in there! Why not? Adds a little character. There are some people I hate texting because they're super bubbly in person but through text, they're all short with me. A response like: "Ok. See you soon."

DOES NOT MAKE ME WANT TO SEE THEM SOON.

....cause it sure seems like they're not excited to "see me soon".

Anyway, I only bring this up because it's quite a pickle I've been stuck in for awhile and I happened to read this.

In Your Dreams

I had such a cool vision for this blog. I was going to write about the fun things I learn in school and be able to write about my thoughts without having to abide by a due date or get worried about citing references. This proved only to be a fantasy. I have not written anything about what I was learning.
Maybe it was because I wasn't learning anything until the last week of class.
Or maybe it was because.


...Just because.

Think 3M only makes post-its and scotch tape?

After I work for my meager wage at my service-sector low-paying job, I will return to some studious reading about 3M, and maybe have something fun to say.

That'd be a change of pace, eh?


I had the scariest nightmare today.
Usually when I have a nightmare, I can decide to "open my eyes" and wake up. With about 3 failed attempts, I finally managed to open my eye back into reality and the comfort of being away from that horrendous scenario. Except I was still dreaming.
I nearly had a heart attack. =( I was itching to wake up and get out of there. The scariest thing was the more I tried to wake up, the more scarier things got-- since I was trying to bolt. My creative imagination was out of control. Not that I remember much of my dream now, I'm glad I'm awake.
...OR AM I STILL DREAMING? just kidding.

So why am I sharing this dead-end story?