GAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRR!!!
Nov. 10th, 2005 10:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tabular_rasaI know it's after Halloween, but:
I did dress up semi-princess-like, I guess, lol . . .
I had three costumes, though.
I do like truffles, though-- a lot.
I have been in an atrociously bad mood this week. I think I'm stressed out. This week is taking FOREVER.
I'm pissed because I'm three pounds over where I'd like to be (and that's at best), and I can't stop eating, because NaNo starts to bore me and drive me crazy and stress me out, and then I just eat, and, even if I don't have any food, I just start to eat cereal, which is just as bad. Gum doesn't work because it doesn't have that substance. I can't work properly when I feel fat and ugly for some reason; I feel like a slob, and then it's just a vicious cycle from eating on then on out. I'm also further ugly-ified by the fact that I can't wear my contacts, and my glasses are damn ugly on me.
I now have no more contact solution. Hence, I cannot put my contacts in. I tried putting them in with water, but, well, the contact plastic sealed to my eyeball and stung like a bitch. It took me about a half hour to get it out, too . . .
I have a lot of reports coming up, none of which I know what to do with yet. I have failed Crossing Borders, I am sure of it.
Japanese sucks ass, and the week's not over until I take that fucking Oral Test, which I will totally fucking FAIL . . .
I just got so pissed at life I slammed my fingers repeatedly into Edmund's keyboard until he squeaked with indignation. I'm sorry, Edmund; I shouldn't take it out on you . . .
| Halloween Horoscope for Taurus |
For you, halloween is about looking your best - even if it costs a fortune. You don't mind a little sweet stuff either, as long as it's high quality chocolate. Costume suggestions: An elegant princess / prince. Or a high class vampire. Signature Halloween candy: Truffles |
I did dress up semi-princess-like, I guess, lol . . .
I had three costumes, though.
I do like truffles, though-- a lot.
I have been in an atrociously bad mood this week. I think I'm stressed out. This week is taking FOREVER.
I'm pissed because I'm three pounds over where I'd like to be (and that's at best), and I can't stop eating, because NaNo starts to bore me and drive me crazy and stress me out, and then I just eat, and, even if I don't have any food, I just start to eat cereal, which is just as bad. Gum doesn't work because it doesn't have that substance. I can't work properly when I feel fat and ugly for some reason; I feel like a slob, and then it's just a vicious cycle from eating on then on out. I'm also further ugly-ified by the fact that I can't wear my contacts, and my glasses are damn ugly on me.
I now have no more contact solution. Hence, I cannot put my contacts in. I tried putting them in with water, but, well, the contact plastic sealed to my eyeball and stung like a bitch. It took me about a half hour to get it out, too . . .
I have a lot of reports coming up, none of which I know what to do with yet. I have failed Crossing Borders, I am sure of it.
Japanese sucks ass, and the week's not over until I take that fucking Oral Test, which I will totally fucking FAIL . . .
I just got so pissed at life I slammed my fingers repeatedly into Edmund's keyboard until he squeaked with indignation. I'm sorry, Edmund; I shouldn't take it out on you . . .
