It upsets me, some days.
Nov. 1st, 2004 11:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7White Zombie - El Phantasmo And The Chicken-Run Blast-O-Rama--- My Sexuality and Society professor emailed me back about the intreview questions i sent her. (White Zombie - Blur The Technicolor). Supposedly, she sent me the notes she made, in an attachment. After trying to open said attachment, for 15 minutes, not having the Import Pack, required, i decide to view it, on Yahoo. It's the text and body of the orginal email i sent her, not the questions. It doesn't really matter, at this point, as i have so much shit to worry about, tomorrow, that what's going into my meeting blind? Nothing.
Quit smoking, have no food, hate everyone, have a math test due tomorrow, can't bring myself to care past anger and hatred, and i don't know when/if i'm going to be able to go vote, tomorrow. Each one of these situations is, at the same time, entirely my fault, and not at all. Hooray.
I'm off to try to care about math enough to not fail.
Quit smoking, have no food, hate everyone, have a math test due tomorrow, can't bring myself to care past anger and hatred, and i don't know when/if i'm going to be able to go vote, tomorrow. Each one of these situations is, at the same time, entirely my fault, and not at all. Hooray.
I'm off to try to care about math enough to not fail.
