i have become an old fogey
There isn't a lot to say now because my life is boring. I am 21, and now have no compelling urge to drink in excess. I had a beer (girly beer, I mean... Smirnoff strawberry) with Tracey the other day while playing Spongebob on Gamecube, and it was lowkey and awesome.
I work fulltime at a library. My boss is obsessed with occupation, as many are... Dude, sometimes there is nothing to do and that is okay. She is trying to devise all these projects for people to do when they are stuck at the desk. I think she needs to accept that 100% productivity is impossible.
Not to be lazy. I mean, dude, I worked my butt off this week. A lot of physical labor, too.
Now I'm a bit ill. Mom brought me home after she finished babysitting last night because I felt so awful and couldn't drive myself. I looked pitiful, a blanket wrapped over my pajamas with a basket of laundry at my side, hair all stringy and such.
A little less than two months until my first apartment. Mom loves one of my roommates and hates the other. Who could have seen that coming? *raises hand* They are pretty similar actually, except one is more outgoing... and black. *shockshock*
Maybe I'll tell Grandma that tomorrow :-D Tell her about a few other things while I'm at it? Better think of her heart...
Anyway. I think I'm gonna go to bed. Boring Old Angie.
I work fulltime at a library. My boss is obsessed with occupation, as many are... Dude, sometimes there is nothing to do and that is okay. She is trying to devise all these projects for people to do when they are stuck at the desk. I think she needs to accept that 100% productivity is impossible.
Not to be lazy. I mean, dude, I worked my butt off this week. A lot of physical labor, too.
Now I'm a bit ill. Mom brought me home after she finished babysitting last night because I felt so awful and couldn't drive myself. I looked pitiful, a blanket wrapped over my pajamas with a basket of laundry at my side, hair all stringy and such.
A little less than two months until my first apartment. Mom loves one of my roommates and hates the other. Who could have seen that coming? *raises hand* They are pretty similar actually, except one is more outgoing... and black. *shockshock*
Maybe I'll tell Grandma that tomorrow :-D Tell her about a few other things while I'm at it? Better think of her heart...
Anyway. I think I'm gonna go to bed. Boring Old Angie.
posted by Angie-la at 9:10 PM
1 Comments:
smirnoff isn't beer; at least get your alcohol categories right!
and please, don't start anything at grandma's. there's no point except you want to make a bunch of people angry. just leave it alone.
yes, i'm sane now, as sane as i can be anyways...
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