ode to my bed

okay. finished my psych paper. thank fucking god. i think it's okay. it's better than it was before. especially since it's on an actual research study this time. and he okay'd the article already.

tomorrow i have to go through my holocaust stuff and just look over it. i think i'll save the american lit stuff for thursday when i have time at work and so forth to do that. especially since irina has my book until tomorrow night anyway. also have to get to the freakin' library and watch the first tape of Shtetl. because yes. that's going to be one of the essay questions on my test in that class on thursday.

why do teachers insist on giving exams on the same day? i swear. grr.

in other news...

went from one job to three jobs. good thing. going out with joe tomorrow night. good thing to me. bad thing to most of my friends. it's gotten to a point where i don't think i want to attempt to explain why i'm doing this anymore. love is not the answer to this question it seems. *sigh*

i think i'm going to go to bed. because that would be a fantastically nice thing to do. sleep makes me so happy. and my bed looks so nice and warm.

::gazes longingly at the bed::

i love you, bed.
you are so soft and comfortable.
you have such warm sheets.
the pillows are mashed and shaped to my needs.
i can sleep diagonal on you and not fall.
blankets. heaps of blankets cover your face.
i love you, bed.


eh. so it's not my best work. sue me. it's late. i'm tired. and hell, it's about my BED.


wheee!


::runs and jumps into bed::

ode to my bed

okay. finished my psych paper. thank fucking god. i think it's okay. it's better than it was before. especially since it's on an actual research study this time. and he okay'd the article already.

tomorrow i have to go through my holocaust stuff and just look over it. i think i'll save the american lit stuff for thursday when i have time at work and so forth to do that. especially since irina has my book until tomorrow night anyway. also have to get to the freakin' library and watch the first tape of Shtetl. because yes. that's going to be one of the essay questions on my test in that class on thursday.

why do teachers insist on giving exams on the same day? i swear. grr.

in other news...

went from one job to three jobs. good thing. going out with joe tomorrow night. good thing to me. bad thing to most of my friends. it's gotten to a point where i don't think i want to attempt to explain why i'm doing this anymore. love is not the answer to this question it seems. *sigh*

i think i'm going to go to bed. because that would be a fantastically nice thing to do. sleep makes me so happy. and my bed looks so nice and warm.

::gazes longingly at the bed::

i love you, bed.
you are so soft and comfortable.
you have such warm sheets.
the pillows are mashed and shaped to my needs.
i can sleep diagonal on you and not fall.
blankets. heaps of blankets cover your face.
i love you, bed.


eh. so it's not my best work. sue me. it's late. i'm tired. and hell, it's about my BED.


wheee!


::runs and jumps into bed::

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okay. so i overslept big time. i meant to get up at 10:30 and woke up at 12:30 instead. le sigh. i need to jump in the shower and at least *start* looking over my holocaust stuff. i mean, i can do it while sitting in the library watching the movie but still. need to pay attention to that as well.

blargh.

and i never did get anything together for halloween. i feel lost.

i should shower and print out my paper and whatnot. because i have to go buy candy and possibly fake teeth if they have them at CVS before we leave for philly. i'm latching on to mom and she's driving me in so i only have to pay for half the train fare and joe's going to pick me up at the speedline. it all works out okay.

shower. yes. shower.

if i keep telling myself that, maybe i'll actually do it.

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okay. so i overslept big time. i meant to get up at 10:30 and woke up at 12:30 instead. le sigh. i need to jump in the shower and at least *start* looking over my holocaust stuff. i mean, i can do it while sitting in the library watching the movie but still. need to pay attention to that as well.

blargh.

and i never did get anything together for halloween. i feel lost.

i should shower and print out my paper and whatnot. because i have to go buy candy and possibly fake teeth if they have them at CVS before we leave for philly. i'm latching on to mom and she's driving me in so i only have to pay for half the train fare and joe's going to pick me up at the speedline. it all works out okay.

shower. yes. shower.

if i keep telling myself that, maybe i'll actually do it.

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so i went to go get the movie and it's out. she told me to come back in an hour. god that's going to be pushing it. apparently it's an hour and a half for the first tape. i have to meet irina at 10 of 6 before my class. argh. this blows big, fat donkey balls. i would just give up and do it tomorrow but i don't know if i'll get the chance before the class.

have i mentioned that i'm frustrated?

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so i went to go get the movie and it's out. she told me to come back in an hour. god that's going to be pushing it. apparently it's an hour and a half for the first tape. i have to meet irina at 10 of 6 before my class. argh. this blows big, fat donkey balls. i would just give up and do it tomorrow but i don't know if i'll get the chance before the class.

have i mentioned that i'm frustrated?

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you know, i think i'm going to stop apologizing to people about the fact i like spending time with joe. because i have fun and i feel like i'm actually talking to someone who listens to me and it's okay to like that. i don't need to apologize for the fact that i want to be friends with him. and that's all we are, okay. we're friends. we go out and have some coffee or drinks and just talk and have fun. how many other people will listen to me when i want to bitch about The Phantom Menace and the reasons why i won't see it or about the fact that hitler and the third reich, while completely evil, are fascinating?

just. i'm tired of apologizing for being friends with him just because he's my ex-boyfriend. so i'm not going to anymore.

i had a great evening.

and i won't apologize for that.

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you know, i think i'm going to stop apologizing to people about the fact i like spending time with joe. because i have fun and i feel like i'm actually talking to someone who listens to me and it's okay to like that. i don't need to apologize for the fact that i want to be friends with him. and that's all we are, okay. we're friends. we go out and have some coffee or drinks and just talk and have fun. how many other people will listen to me when i want to bitch about The Phantom Menace and the reasons why i won't see it or about the fact that hitler and the third reich, while completely evil, are fascinating?

just. i'm tired of apologizing for being friends with him just because he's my ex-boyfriend. so i'm not going to anymore.

i had a great evening.

and i won't apologize for that.