Yeah, it really doesn't seem that long sinse my last entry but then again, I've been soooo tied up in junk that it isn't even funny.
My job at the library is flippin' sweet. It only takes ten minutes to shelf the books that accumilate when I'm there and even less time to read shelves. So then I'm left with the last hour and a half to do with as I please. It's gotta be the easiest job on the face of the planet. Closing up is really the only hard part... and that's just because only half of the computers like to shut down and I get lost in the dark attic.
Our library is in this old, gorgeous building situated on a hill in the center of town. Sometimes people mistake it for the church across the street, which I guess I could see how a person could view it's steep pitched roof as churchlike... ish. Because of it's slightly gothic architecture, one should really be careful about what they read in the creaky attic where the non-fiction books are located. There are some pretty convincing nf books on ghosts and extraterrestrials on those shelves.
God I love having the s**t scared outa me. mrgreen
Robotics has also been taking a considerable amount of my time.... For the sake of my sanity, I'm going to avoid the delicate matters (which make me pull my hair out and scream curses upon a dumb-a** advisor) and discuss only what makes me happy: the web page works.
Okay, enough of that.
The stupid PSSAs at school were stupid as usual. So, fair gaians, care to explain the "web of life" to me. I should have written a flippin' poem, more abstract than that question, and let the test scorers try to interpret it. twisted But hey, atleast we got free food out of the deal.
...Speaking of, those damn poptarts were waaaaay too sweet. Too much sugar for Lisha in the morning equals craziness. Okay, it wasn't as bad as it could have been, but I was still a little wound up when I got in newspaper....
...Which reminds me, I should have written an article for Mike this weekend, but I didn't. And yet I expect this guy to like me? Geez, I might as well hang a big sign around my neck that say, "Stay away or you'll catch my dumbassness." I do feel really bad about not writing anything, but I'm such a sucky writer, it's embarassing. Even when I try, I can't produce anything worth while. Ah well, I guess I can't expect to be good at everything, right?
Oooh, this weekend'll be fun. I love you Trina... with all my lack of heart! heart
But what if I'm in a dumbassy mood and I end up being a dumbass.. then what? Maybe I'll luck out and not be able to attend you lovely little party.... but then I'd miss out. I dunno. I guess I'm just afraid to be a part of it. I mean, imagine if Mike bails last minute, then what? My highest hopes will come crashing down... and I'll die... er, scratch that. I'll be very dissappointed.. or relieved.
Okay, I give up... this post obviously has a mind of its own being as I can't seem to make sense of anything or stay on any one topic for the significant amount of time required to reach my point.
I forfeit. rofl
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