zfreelance: (Dancing Bitches)
ME: (walking barefoot b/c fuck shoes)
COWORKER: You're going to catch a cold.
ME: Haha, no, I really won't.

LATER

ME: (throwing away empty soda cans)
ANOTHER COWORKER: Diet soda is bad for you, you know!
ME: Thanks. Never heard that one, before.

LATER

ME: (smoking a menthol b/c fuck you)
YET ANOTHER COWORKER: Smoking is so bad for you.
ME: Fuck off before I put this out in your eye.


All of this went down, today. True story, you guys. So, here's a drawing to vent my frustration.

::fumes::
zfreelance: (<lj site="livejournal.com"  user="timepunching">) (Whiskey)
Ugh. First day of classes = rain. OBVIOUSLY.

On a positive note, I liked both of my professors today, and my work schedule is no where near as hectic as last semester. I also have the potential to get six different first aid certifications, which is awesome. My issue with my own blood aside, emergency care/EMT is something that I'm keeping in mind if PT doesn't pan out.

I'm not taking as many hours as I'd like, but there wasn't a damn thing I could do, because the people in charge are idiots.

Yeah, old news is old.

I have a lot of personal homework to do this semester, which includes figuring out if I want to take the summer and go beat out my 40+ hours of volunteer work that I need for my grad school applications and take classes online, or if I want to stay at school and work for another summer. My bank account points to staying and working. We'll see.

I also have to count up my credits and ballpark my graduation date. 2012 is looking grim, I must say. Fucking pre-recs are fucking up my plans, okay?

And then there's the GRE. I've heard mixed reviews about this. I went to public school in Florida; I fear no man's standardized test. But this is grad school we're talking about, so one would assume that years of FCAT and a slightly above average SAT score would not a prepared applicant make. But then again, I'm real good at faking it. Again, we'll see.

I also have to watch my idiot sister like a hawk, because she screwed up her GPA, messing around with various and sundry boy-things. I know I can't baby-sit her all the time, but if she doesn't pull this up, she'll lose scholarships and insurance and all sorts of fun stuff. Sadly, she's at the age where she's a legal adult and will remind you of that fact at every turn.

Bottom line, being an adult is hard. Alcohol is easy. Take that as you will.

::falls facedown on the bed::
zfreelance: (<lj site="livejournal.com"  user="timepunching">) (Fuck Everything)
Oh my fucking god.

I drove back from St. George last night, taking a route my father recommended. He failed to mention that the route was like something out of every slasher movie, ever. Empty two-lane roads, cemeteries, deserted hospitals, thick banks of fog, crossroads, and a full moon. Geez.

It doesn't help that it was a four hour trip with a tornado warning in effect for our school's county. It was raining hard and we were maybe twenty minutes out when the cops inexplicably closed the goddamn interstate, which led to more backroads shenanigans, oh boy. And then my car window fucked itself, again.

We arrived intact, and I took the time to unfuck my car before rain/vagrants could get in and steal my shit, and then I sat down to work on a lab report until 5 in the goddamn morning.

I got up at 10 for my class, and learned that I systematically raped our last test. Go me.

However, I have a four hour lab today with the Lab Partner from Hell, three hours of sleep under my belt, and an all-staff meeting tonight, and I think I'm going to die.

However, Tom Hardy and Chris Fine are clearly fucking, so there is that.
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Our freedom has consumed itself by [livejournal.com profile] spylace
Fandom - Inception
Rating - R
Pairing - Eames/Arthur
Notes - Written for [livejournal.com profile] inception_kink and the prompt: How each of them die (for real), and how those left behind cope.

Ah. Ouch.
Now I need a cigarette.

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