You can officially congratulate me, I got over Tell Me Syndrome! It was an incredible feat, but I accomplished it nonetheless. Although, I still do the Tell Me dance on demand for Maggs. I'm actually trying to waste a bit of time before class. The SDMB gave me forty hours this week, so now I have to balance 40 hours there and ten hours at my other job, plus three hours of school every day, two four hour play practices and three hours of homework a night. I am on the warpath. I barely have time to do my homework anymore. I've been slacking on that too, the proffessor has been taking note. I went from top of my class to just writing A papers to shut him up. I'm tired, and this is really ridiculous. The SDMB knows that I can't work more than 15 hours a week, and here he goes and does this to me! But, luckily Kevin took my Friday shift, so now I can actually squeeze some time in to hang out with David and watch Logan's Run. Finally! We never get to hang out anymore, I kind of miss his smelly apartment and all the other guys and their sci-fi.
Ah, I feel a little better now that I complained about it. I was actually thinking about complaining last night while sitting out the late shift. Complaining makes us feel better, doesn't it? I always feel better when I complain. In fact, it sometimes seems less...bad? I dunno, maybe its just me. But really, I need to cut down on complaining. Really gets us nowhere unless we turn into super activists, and see where that always gets me? Anyway, class is staring in...oh, two minutes.
Cheers,
Lola |
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