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Friday, March 20, 2009 @ 7:59 PM
[ Cuts and such ] I got a haircut. It's not a hairstyle, just a haircut. I went to the salon and was like, "Snip off all my dead ends (maximum 4 inches) and leave me my fringe and we're good." I got off all my dead ends exterminated and there was an entire mountain of dead, ugly hair on the floor. It was disgusting. And I've been really busy with school projects as well. Despite doing all my work asap, even things like tutorials and quizzes that're due next week and doing them a week in advance (which means I'm doing them the very day I get the work I know I need to do), for projects it feels like an endless stream of tasks that need to be done. Do it, edit it, grammar check it, send it in, do more checks, edit it, vomit out my guts. I'm coping fine. I'd just like a wee bit more sleep, especially as I've been going out and actually having a life this week. So it's like - projects, projects, sleep a few hours, go out, come home, do projects, projects, knock out. I had to cancel out on meeting Kum today because we had a group meeting yesterday and there was more work to do today. I feel really bad about having to cancel on her. Work over friends.. this is the future. (Is it? Mildly depressing stuff.) Thank god I somehow was motivated enough to do all my shit super early this semester so that I'm not left with an avalanche of school things to do all the time. It feels like I'm just regularly doing work, but I don't know why I'm motivated into doing it. As in, I didn't PLAN to start working on my tasks early. (It's Maddie talking.. I'm not on time, I'm not late, I'm fricking EARLY man. What the fuck?) It just happened. How odd. I guess I'm constantly tuned into doing work this semester. Whatever my mind's ulterior motives are, I gotta admit that it feels good. And slightly superior to everyone else. But this is probably the way things (read: life) are supposed to be so I shouldn't be feeling proud anyway. Normality is getting things done early. How dreary life is when all you're about is finishing tasks early. "Hey guys look! I finished xx document 2 weeks in advance and this powerpoint presentation really early too!!" "That's great, now go suck some shit." That's why you gotta go out and have a fucking life. Finishing your tasks early only means more time fr yourself. Woooooooooo. Woo woo woo. Woo woo woo. I am sooo going out and meeting friends and watching movies and clubbing after this semester. This semester, which ends in exactly 17 days. I also need a job to sponsor all of that. I'm ready to rock and roll, future employer. Hire me. I'm a beam of sunshine in a basket, all ready to go and shine my light of hardworkingness upon the world. I can taste the freedom.. the freedom of 17-days-later. It smells of flowers, unicorns, rainbows and a slight whiff of shit. |