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wisdomeagleI'm warning you right now: this entry contains lots of angry emphasis tags, bitterness, self-loathing, and other staples of this college student's psyche. My life and welcome to it.
First, while I was asleep, all my grades seem to have materialized: straight A's for a fourth straight semester.
Second, am in state of absolute panic about storing stuff/shipping stuff (in the "sending stuff by mail" sense, not the "imagining fictional characters are shagging each other senseless" sense)/the summer as a whole. Angry at everyone who's storing stuff together, angry at self for not being good enough friends with any of them and for being coward, fuckwit, etc, angry at parents for being so completely unconcerned with my physical well-being.
I really wish my parents would come down here at the end of the semester. It would clarify things so much... One day of driving would save them money on storage and me countless hassle, both now and at the beginning of next semester, which I am already beginning to be freaked about.
Third, I wish the person living in my room would close the door when she leaves the room. Ari enjoys her privacy, thank you very much.
Fourth, this whole ridiculously long paper thing looks like a less good idea every day. Why did I ever think I wanted to be a college student, anyhow?
Fifth, I need to write my rarehet fic and my BSC ficathon fics. Both are due on Saturday. Oh. my. God. *twitch* No more ficathons for me. Well, no more after![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sg1flashfic2.
I'm going to fill out my application for summer job now. Hopefully that'll cheer me up. .... several minutes later: no, not cheering up. God, I really need a frelling job. HAPPY THOUGHTS, Ari. HAPPY THOUGHTS.
First, while I was asleep, all my grades seem to have materialized: straight A's for a fourth straight semester.
Second, am in state of absolute panic about storing stuff/shipping stuff (in the "sending stuff by mail" sense, not the "imagining fictional characters are shagging each other senseless" sense)/the summer as a whole. Angry at everyone who's storing stuff together, angry at self for not being good enough friends with any of them and for being coward, fuckwit, etc, angry at parents for being so completely unconcerned with my physical well-being.
I really wish my parents would come down here at the end of the semester. It would clarify things so much... One day of driving would save them money on storage and me countless hassle, both now and at the beginning of next semester, which I am already beginning to be freaked about.
Third, I wish the person living in my room would close the door when she leaves the room. Ari enjoys her privacy, thank you very much.
Fourth, this whole ridiculously long paper thing looks like a less good idea every day. Why did I ever think I wanted to be a college student, anyhow?
Fifth, I need to write my rarehet fic and my BSC ficathon fics. Both are due on Saturday. Oh. my. God. *twitch* No more ficathons for me. Well, no more after
sg1flashfic2. I'm going to fill out my application for summer job now. Hopefully that'll cheer me up. .... several minutes later: no, not cheering up. God, I really need a frelling job. HAPPY THOUGHTS, Ari. HAPPY THOUGHTS.
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Date: 2004-04-28 01:09 pm (UTC)Panic bad! Ari doesn't need to panic. Ari will be fine, Ari will get through this.
And summer is comming soon, and it will be wonderful.
((((((((((((((((((((((((((((Ari))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))