mrsronweasley (
mrsronweasley) wrote2002-12-02 12:33 pm
Bah!, says I.
BAH!
That is how I'm feeling right now. Bah.
Had a really fucked up dream, but I did get to kiss Alan Rickman in it... And, the funnist thing is, the one thing I kept thinking was "Oh, Linda's going to kill me!" That, and he had this weird lower lip thing going, it was split, or something. I dunno. It was weird. He was wearing his Snape get-up, though.
Overall, mood has not improved - (un)aided by insomnia. The heater is blasting in my room, so I have the window open all the time. It's still hot as hell (hey, that actually works). And when I have too many things on my mind, I can't sleep anyway. And I get even hotter. Gah. There comes a point, where I realize that I'm worried about something by my body temperature. So, I was lying in bed yesterday, trying to figure out what it was that I was worried about.
1) Jadis - check
2) Essay due tomorrow - check
3) Money - check (or, rather, I wish there was a check...but it's all about wire transfer...)
4) Logistics involved in getting to/through/back from Italy - check/check/check
All in all, I couldn't fall asleep till about 4, then had to wake up at 9. I actually got up at 11:20. Still not enough sleep, though.
This day is going downhill already...
Oh, and Sam was supposed to call last night, but never did. Bah on him, too.
And FUCKING PEOPLE NEED TO STOP LOOKING OVER AT MY SCREEN!!
God, that pisses me off! And I try to show it, too - I stare back at them until they quail. Because, dammit, eyes off. My personal space. These 3 feet are my space.
(Bitch, bitch, bitch...)
God, I cannot wait to be at home, alone in a room with my computer and no one to bother me. It'll be beautiful.
Moving on...
Yes, so life sucks at the moment. It should get better soon, but...
Ah, well.
I try not to care, but then, that's the whole problem, isn't it?..
That is how I'm feeling right now. Bah.
Had a really fucked up dream, but I did get to kiss Alan Rickman in it... And, the funnist thing is, the one thing I kept thinking was "Oh, Linda's going to kill me!" That, and he had this weird lower lip thing going, it was split, or something. I dunno. It was weird. He was wearing his Snape get-up, though.
Overall, mood has not improved - (un)aided by insomnia. The heater is blasting in my room, so I have the window open all the time. It's still hot as hell (hey, that actually works). And when I have too many things on my mind, I can't sleep anyway. And I get even hotter. Gah. There comes a point, where I realize that I'm worried about something by my body temperature. So, I was lying in bed yesterday, trying to figure out what it was that I was worried about.
1) Jadis - check
2) Essay due tomorrow - check
3) Money - check (or, rather, I wish there was a check...but it's all about wire transfer...)
4) Logistics involved in getting to/through/back from Italy - check/check/check
All in all, I couldn't fall asleep till about 4, then had to wake up at 9. I actually got up at 11:20. Still not enough sleep, though.
This day is going downhill already...
Oh, and Sam was supposed to call last night, but never did. Bah on him, too.
And FUCKING PEOPLE NEED TO STOP LOOKING OVER AT MY SCREEN!!
God, that pisses me off! And I try to show it, too - I stare back at them until they quail. Because, dammit, eyes off. My personal space. These 3 feet are my space.
(Bitch, bitch, bitch...)
God, I cannot wait to be at home, alone in a room with my computer and no one to bother me. It'll be beautiful.
Moving on...
Yes, so life sucks at the moment. It should get better soon, but...
Ah, well.
I try not to care, but then, that's the whole problem, isn't it?..

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And feel better, hon. Take care. MWAH.
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Angua, back to Ghosting
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If it helps at all, I think you are wonderful and amazing and brilliant and love you to bit. If it were up to me, then those bad things would not exist (Jadis would update, you'd be a millionare, essays would not have to be done and everyone would adore you and want to get you wherever you wanted to go) and you'd be all happy.
As it is, I'm sending as many good thoughts your way as I can fit into a day. *love*
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Things will get better, dear. Semester will be over shortly, and then you'll get to see your friends and have some time to yourself. You deserve that.
As far as the assholes invading your computer space, how rude! They deserve to get a nasty look, at the very least. Well, you can look at this way, though--at least they are not climbing into your lap every time you try to use the computer. Darius has started that and now I can't type two words without him trying to push his way into the chair. It's not very easy to type with a 23lb. dog standing on your lap, growling at the others milling around, who also want to be there as well. I should just replace my office chair with a couch.
Of course, that would be yet another thing for Miss Arwen to chew on..... ;-)
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Thank you, hon. You're the best. I would write more, except I'm trying to whip my big fat ass into shape, and do my paper, which I will do as soon as I finish up here.
But you are wonderful. Truly wonderful.
*hugs and love*
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It was weird. That's the sad part. It was just odd. But there were nice parts...except for the whole grotesque lower lip thing...hmmmm... So, don't be too jealous. ;)
Darius sounds like a very possesive boy. ;) Adorable, though!.. Wish him the best as you haul him off your lap AGAIN...awww...
*hugs* (will email back soon!)
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I'm already feeling a bit better, thanks to the conversation we had earlier and a certain young lady showing up. You are wonderful.
MWAH!
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Darius is a possessive boy--he wants his mom, that's for certain. Nobody comes around, except for Jewel and he will let her up, but not on my lap. It's nice that he's so protective though--makes me feel better when I'm at the hotels for dog shows. I think he'd tear somebody up if they tried to hurt me.