| | gar... everything seems to be conspiring to ruin my non brooding mood! Luckily I've only had minor setbacks. Mostly due to talking to Michael Johnson, who has reappeared (actually I invited him back in, and I couldn't really tell you why I did it. Maybe because may sweeps week is coming up and I need to start the plot line now, to get maximum drama.... hrm, that analogy got cumbersome). Either how, he is making me think, and not like learning about new things kind of think, either. Like chew over things that have been chewed over so many times, if they were gum, I would have spit it out long ago. I wish Frank would go and read my story already, he's draggin' his feet and I don't want to badger him (he's in a sticky position, he's my boyfriend, and I... don't take criticism well. I'm getting better, I swear!). The last few days have been Ed ful and Sterlingless... been strange. I think I am spending too much time active on AIM, I should like, walk around or something (or maybe clean my room). Tomorrow, I'm going to play badminton, today I was just sore, and tomorrow I should be only a little sore. Which is wonderful, and a welcome relief from the stumbling about I was on Tuesday. I'm betting sterling will still win, but I will come up from behind, and he will eventually CRUMBLE UNDER MY POWER... or, something like that. (what would be really sad is if he learns the game fast enough to still beat me once I get back into sprinting shape... then I may have to give him a rash, I mean, learn to lose with grace). Not sure what I am doing this weekend, other than starve (oh hey, going to be doing a whole lot less eating soon, am 150.00 short for tuition due to alternating pay day) Probably be out looking for a job, bo-ring.
Sigh.
IN OTHER NEWS: my film studies professor was THE ONLY person to comment on my hair (with the exception of people whom I asked to help me cut it in the first place). What the hell, people?! Its shorter, like four inches shorter, and I don't even have a foot worth of hair, someone should have picked up on this! Also, André Breton (blogger is a moron, there should be an accent over that 'e') was a prick, and I hate reading his work (reading Nadja), love story or no. And I need a good roll in ze hay... like soon, it severely affecting my attitude.
posted by Amber at 1:41 AM
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