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From Contentment to Rising Panic
Mar. 15th, 2002 01:42 amI just got myself a paid account. This makes me feel good. Now, if only I had time to actually mess with things on my journal. (Watch me make time. It's called procrastination.)
And now I want to buy things online. Things like pants. Found some on sale at the Gap, and now I feel like a corporate whore, even though I haven't even bought anything yet. I should not spend so much money when I have no income at the moment and a little debt to my parents, who did not offer at all to help me out financially for my trip. But damn it, I need new pants. The ones I have are quickly becoming holes. But hey, I didn't spend as much money in Canada as I think I did, because 20 Canadian dollars is something like 13 American dollars, according to my bank statement. But still, I've depleted half of my summer earnings. Which I suppose is not bad at all. But it is a little worrisome to me to be spending money when there isn't anything coming in, and I have no time for a job. I guess I kind of do have a job, but I won't get paid for it for another two months or so. Arg.
And right now, I need to go take my contacts out. And go to bed. And get up in the morning, vaccum, spend some quality time at the library and in the plant lab, and study. This weekend I will go pants shopping, and watch a webcast of Mikado. And Meet the Feebles at Matt & Kristina's. I also need to get myself organized, because that's been lacking. Oh, and there's that damn paper for Aesthetics. But "Bill the Pecker" (as I like to call him to reflect my opinion of him) hasn't said anything about my not having turned it in yet. Neither has Leila. But you can probably count on Bill being an asshole about it. Something like, "I notice your paper is missing from those submitted to me. What's up?" If I get a message like that, I will be blunt in my reply. It's not finished. Hell, it's not even started, because I don't know what the hell I want to write about. And I don't know what I want to write about it because I haven't thought about it as much as I would have liked to, because I've been quite busy and have three other classes, all science classes and all of which take precedence over the aesthetics class, and those have occupied my time sufficiently to bring me to my breaking point as far as giving a flying fuck about work.
And now I want to buy things online. Things like pants. Found some on sale at the Gap, and now I feel like a corporate whore, even though I haven't even bought anything yet. I should not spend so much money when I have no income at the moment and a little debt to my parents, who did not offer at all to help me out financially for my trip. But damn it, I need new pants. The ones I have are quickly becoming holes. But hey, I didn't spend as much money in Canada as I think I did, because 20 Canadian dollars is something like 13 American dollars, according to my bank statement. But still, I've depleted half of my summer earnings. Which I suppose is not bad at all. But it is a little worrisome to me to be spending money when there isn't anything coming in, and I have no time for a job. I guess I kind of do have a job, but I won't get paid for it for another two months or so. Arg.
And right now, I need to go take my contacts out. And go to bed. And get up in the morning, vaccum, spend some quality time at the library and in the plant lab, and study. This weekend I will go pants shopping, and watch a webcast of Mikado. And Meet the Feebles at Matt & Kristina's. I also need to get myself organized, because that's been lacking. Oh, and there's that damn paper for Aesthetics. But "Bill the Pecker" (as I like to call him to reflect my opinion of him) hasn't said anything about my not having turned it in yet. Neither has Leila. But you can probably count on Bill being an asshole about it. Something like, "I notice your paper is missing from those submitted to me. What's up?" If I get a message like that, I will be blunt in my reply. It's not finished. Hell, it's not even started, because I don't know what the hell I want to write about. And I don't know what I want to write about it because I haven't thought about it as much as I would have liked to, because I've been quite busy and have three other classes, all science classes and all of which take precedence over the aesthetics class, and those have occupied my time sufficiently to bring me to my breaking point as far as giving a flying fuck about work.
