i feel like shit.

i'm exhausted.
i'm dehydrated.
and it's too fucking hot.

it's too early to be alive.

approximately 9 hours of sleep over two nights.
and i'm supposed to go take a timed math test in less than an hour.
all i have to say to that is...









fuck.

frustrated as all fuck.

don't go away for the weekend, whether it's for bowling or work or just time away or what the fuck ever, and come home all bitchy. i've been bitchy since thursday and i've been trying really hard not to show it because i don't want to get into with anyone, okay?

also, when i have headphones on, i shouldn't be able to hear someone else's music over mine because it's going DIRECTLY INTO MY EARS. mmkay.

AND ANOTHER THING... i know your satellite radio sits on my hutch but it should not be shaking my desk.





uhh god you have no idea how bitchy i feel.

surprise attack! i mean interview.

so my mom calls me this morning and goes, "you wanna have an interview today at lunch?" and i was like huhwhat? an interview? and she goes, "marty said if you go in to the bank today and ask for susan macpherson she'll interview you today for the job." so i was like err alright. nevermind the fact that my dad's not home. chris is working. rachel is working (well, volunteering). and vicki and samantha are at their freshman orientation. so that leaves me, katey and the kitty at home. can't leave kate at home by herself. just doesn't work that way. but that's really not the point of this. the point is that i went in and i had the interview and i talked to susan's recruiter and it sounds like all i have to do is a pass a test and the job is pretty much mine.

i hate subjects.

"This user's profile has been temporarily disabled for special maintenance. The profile will be available again shortly. Sorry for the inconvenience. 8/13/2007 "

O RLY MYSPACE?
my profile doesn't need any maintenance. D:

armor for sleep posted a new song on absolutepunk.net and after about 20 minutes or so of fighting with the website, i finally got to listen to it. i dig it.


sunburned legs are not fun.

oh, reality.

i've been listening to hit the lights and i started thinking, gosh, i love this band.
and then i remembered that their singer left and now it'll never be the same.
way to freakin bum myself out.

sometimes i just want to scream at how ridiculous everything seems. [/random]

i also realized the irony in a certain situation.
or i suppose two separate situations that are intertwined by a common person.
sometimes i just want to smack people upside the head.

can't win.

for all the problems i was having sleeping a week ago, i think i am now overcompensating and sleeping far too much. too much sleep, not enough sleep, doesn't matter. i'm always tired. just can't win.

but enough of that.

i need a job. i swear, i say this at least once a week. usually more. if it's not for one reason, it's for something else. right now, i'm bored. fucking bored out of my mind. and well, a job would fix that. a job would also fix the fact that i can't afford to go to a doctor for my ankle. and it would fix the fact that i don't have enough money to go to the eye doctor for an eye exam and new glasses. and it would also fix the fact that i'm sick of all my shoes but can't afford new ones. yes, that last one is completely ridiculous, but i'd say i'm a bit of a shoe whore and i haven't gotten new ones since december.

in other news- um... actually i don't think there is any other news. i'm boring. i have no life. i'm somewhat okay with that, i guess.