January 2012
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my cat has gotten into this thing where not only does he wake up when the neighbors get up at 5:30 and insist on waking me up then too, with breakfast in mind, he then keeps me awake after I feed him. Like, he eats, and then comes back to wake me up again. Every expletive-burdened 10-20 minutes, there he is, all “WAKE UP WAKE UP IT IS TIME TO WAKE UP” like the cruelest snooze alarm...
Guys.
Groundbreaking news:
Lint-rolling a dress is way easier than making one.
I like how, for a minute there, I actually thought to myself, “I know! I’ll just dig through my eclectic fabric collection and make myself a new skirt to wear! I don’t even have to finish the top, necessarily, I can cover that with a sweater, I can just hem the bottom, oh yeah, this’ll work-“
and I made it all the way into my studio before I reconsidered that thought...
Guys, quick, somebody send me a business-casual appropriate bottom. Skirt, or pants, even, or dress.
I’ve worn the same skirt like, three fridays in a row. I wear the same pseudo-slacks thursdays. My dress is a bit much for the emphasis-on-casual business-casual office, and I’m out of outfits.
MY WARDROBE IS NOT MADE FOR A CASUALLY CORPORATE ENVIRONMENT.
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Tonight, in things I let fester inside instead of talking about:
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One. More. Hourrrrrrrrrrrr [of managing thesis sources. Wait, no, I take it back. I can’t do it for another hour. I’m so bored. I’ll read instead. Anything but more of this spreadsheet.]
I am sitting here waiting for emails and people, neither of which I am sure will come, trying to remember that I am supposed to be doing other things while I wait, instead of just waiting.
This is proving more difficult than expected.
Guys, I can’t go to bed because (as stated many times before) I want more (and the better that I insist go along with it) and it’s not here yet, and how can I possibly go to sleep under these circumstances?
/I believe this is the conundrum that has plagued my entire life. An inability to sleep for fear of missing when something comes along.
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Things that feel totally weird, but might just be ok, because she is human, after all, right?:
I just sent my advisor/committee chair a link to zoya’s loredana.
This is because my wearing it today prompted, I swear, our longest non-strictly-business conversation ever. Heck, one of our longest conversations ever, period, really, because I went in just to get a form signed, and suddenly...
I am feeling almost irrationally pleased with myself right now, because guys, I got home a few hours early, and as such, my laundry is done (or is about to be done) fifteen hours early!
Don’t question the enormity of this accomplishment. This is where my life has gone recently. Just let me bask in it.
“I used to be an overachiever but then I got a queen sized bed and a down...”
– ginger—gal (via angstinmypants)
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Today in holy fuck, I need a god damn prize for coping with this:
Aware that I may be chilly, I decided a certain scarf would be pretty over my business casual outfit. Was wrapping it around my neck, pulling here and there, twisting and tucking in loose ends. Looked down in my lap to see fucking moth larvae that had fallen off it twisting as if confused on my lap pardon I’m going to go...
The 1st GIF in your folder that starts with an 's'...
elbeebee:
scoldylox:
sequinedk:
bookling-stormborn:
ginger—gal:
greengrey:
thegirlwiththefinchertattoo:
titians:
centurions:
fasterdoctor:
Accurate.
this seems like the wrong reaction, somehow.
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gretchensaidso:
We’ll be short on food money for a while - Leila’s Story
My son is 11 months old with a serious birth defect. He’s been in and out of intensive care for his whole life and has three or four doctor’s appointments every month. After he was born, I had to drop out of college and I lost my job because of all the appointments. My son’s medical care is covered by Medicaid,...
Just noticed that my nails (freshly covered in zoya’s loredana) match my kindle almost exactly.
/distracting self
I would just rather throw things about and smash some things, you know, than read these articles tonight. It’s not even really a statement about the articles. I’ve just got my mind on other things, and want relief from them that these articles cannot provide at all.
They can’t even provide distraction.
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OH YES, ARTICLE, LET’S DISCUSS COMMON METHODOLOGY AND THEORETICAL FOUNDATIONS FOR EXAMINING MUSEUM VISITORS. I AM SURE IT WILL KEEP ME RIGHT ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT!
/really not into this tonight. SURELY tomorrow’s technological reports will be better, RIGHT? HAH
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Ok, every time I try to settle down to read my class readings, I get a few pages in and then BAM I’m out for at least an hour. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.
This makes me glad that tomorrow’s prof tends to get carried away by his lectures and lose time for discussion.
ps, y’all who know LA will know it is noteworthy that I drove almost all the way to lancaster today.
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Also, the idea of spending my next few hours reading about the need of museum goers for more informative signage just seems dreary as fuck.
But I ought to read at least a smidge worth of the articles I’m supposed to have read by the morning.
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Also, I think my mom often forgets that I know myself better than she knows me.
Something about how she’s spent my whole life claiming to have cloned me, I bet.
I reject the idea that a heterosexual man and a heterosexual woman simply cannot be friends, period.
I am having an angry, unproductive day.
I feel like I am going to forget how to drive before I get another chance to practice.
