14 May 2009

Fucking Emo Boys, and fucking emo boys

What a fucking miserable fucking day. This weather's awful. Ugh. And I was wearing capris yesterday!


Update on my life: It sucks.


Haha no, I lie. Let's think. Last time I updated was last Thursday? Alright.


Friday I went to Anna's because Chris left and she is now a foreign widow as I like to call us. You know, when you're ditched by your lover because they're foreign and need to go back home. Like Aeneas and Dido, but without the suicide. 


Saturday and Sunday was work work work. Saturday was busy. Sunday was not - I didn't make a sub until four and a half hours into my shift. Hahaha. 


I managed to finish the music hall essay over the weekend. Finished it at midnight on Sunday evening, actually... had been working on it from Friday evening, with breaks to go to work obviously. I was so relieved. Not only am I DONE all my papers, but Surtees decided not to give us anymore quizzes or assignments. 


So what do I have left? Finishing up Latin and Greek lessons, doing flash cards, a Latin test Wednesday, and a myth test on Thyestes also on Wednesday. Which is really not so bad at all! 


Then exams... I am frightened. Just for 1050, really. Three-hour behemoth of an exam. I just want a 70 in that course really. A 70 will make me happy. 


This weekend is my last weekend of work at Subway. Huzzah. Except that Susy hasn't gotten back to me in a while about the job in the SAS. I'll perhaps send her an email tomorrow. 


I have a chai latte, because I am very sad today. Yesterday I was just very hateful but today is sad. I feel pathetic and fat and ugly and am shocked I haven't gained any weight in the last three months considering all the stress-eating I've been doing. Earlier this week I ate a fucking POP TART. Scratch that, two of them. Ugh. AND I had Chinese food yesterday for really no reason at all. Like, why? 


Well, I know why. Peter issues, obviously. I don't know how things are working out. They seem fine now, actually. He got accepted to university Tuesday and he called me before he called anyone else. I wonder what that means? I even helped him pick his courses, which are super spiffy. I miss him though. He's in Halkidiki with Xandros and Patrizia and, yes, his new girlfriend. I'm not sure how I feel about that. He said he's going to be, you know, "honest" with her. What does THAT mean? Is he going to tell he's a masochist? I'm sure that will go over well. 


He should just lie and have one of those Normal lives.


So I have a chai latte from Second Cup but even that's annoying because the guy who looks like Peter was working today and I thought that was pretty funny when I was still with Peter, but now that I'm not it's not funny to see him at all. It is just sad. You could tell he was tired and he even got all squinty the same way Peter does when he's been up for a few days. Fuck my life. But the chai lattes are so worth it. 


Lost was on last night. Season finale. So freaking epic, and Sayid didn't die. I am happy. Ish. At least about that.


This Week (yes, Week) started out being rather frustrating. Now it is just miserable. 


I got a thong in the mail. As part of my birthday gift from the Koufises. I am slightly disturbed. Mom said, "Maybe Aunt Adrie thinks you're at the age when you should start wearing them." Ha! I'd rather go commando. Anyway what's the use of having nice underwear when no one will see them? My sex life will be the Sahara desert from now til forever. 


Really a pity, because Peter's hair must be getting longer now, AND he has his nipples pierced. And is probably getting all nice and tanned as I type this.


Thanks, life. Thanks a lot. 

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