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effervescible) wrote2004-08-17 11:44 am
effervescible) wrote2004-08-17 11:44 am
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Well, today's the last day at Dairy Queen.
Laaaast day. Ever, assuming that (omg hope hope hope) I get a job after graduation. I just had to draw that out. Let's face it, no matter how fun and kooky most of the crew is, it's still food service. Hmm. Maybe I should buy a treatza pizza before my discount goes away.
*Jaina's belly*: No! I like these pants, they fit! Don't make me live in new ones!
Last night I was feeling more anxiety about...stuff. Impending graduation and major life changes with no real direction or clear goals, loneliness, etc. It's not so much rational brooding as it is a sick feeling of apprehension. Talked a bit about it with the parents while we hot tubbed, and it helped some. It's good to know that Dad had no clue what he was going to do when he graduated, and he had a useful degree. And he landed on his feet pretty damn well. After that, a round of CoH, a tiny bit of fic, and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
scathachdhu kept me pretty well distracted. Previous to hot tubbing, I watched the end of The Gift (Buffy, not the movie) when I found it on tape. I still cried like a crying thing. Screw you, TWoP, I love that episode and I really liked season 5.
Today at the internship I'm making xml stuff for a training test. Please note: I didn't know xml this morning. I still don't, really, but this is easy. I can do this. This is why I love this internship so much more than the last one--even if I'm not using my brain at full capacity, even if I'm not using my best skills, I'm doing something and that is 100% more.
Slutfic is being written on a daily basis. This is good. I'm proud of us for not dumping this fic after so long, but I really want the damn monkey off my back.
Erm...I think I ran out of things to update. Ah well.
Laaaast day. Ever, assuming that (omg hope hope hope) I get a job after graduation. I just had to draw that out. Let's face it, no matter how fun and kooky most of the crew is, it's still food service. Hmm. Maybe I should buy a treatza pizza before my discount goes away.
*Jaina's belly*: No! I like these pants, they fit! Don't make me live in new ones!
Last night I was feeling more anxiety about...stuff. Impending graduation and major life changes with no real direction or clear goals, loneliness, etc. It's not so much rational brooding as it is a sick feeling of apprehension. Talked a bit about it with the parents while we hot tubbed, and it helped some. It's good to know that Dad had no clue what he was going to do when he graduated, and he had a useful degree. And he landed on his feet pretty damn well. After that, a round of CoH, a tiny bit of fic, and
scathachdhu kept me pretty well distracted. Previous to hot tubbing, I watched the end of The Gift (Buffy, not the movie) when I found it on tape. I still cried like a crying thing. Screw you, TWoP, I love that episode and I really liked season 5.Today at the internship I'm making xml stuff for a training test. Please note: I didn't know xml this morning. I still don't, really, but this is easy. I can do this. This is why I love this internship so much more than the last one--even if I'm not using my brain at full capacity, even if I'm not using my best skills, I'm doing something and that is 100% more.
Slutfic is being written on a daily basis. This is good. I'm proud of us for not dumping this fic after so long, but I really want the damn monkey off my back.
Erm...I think I ran out of things to update. Ah well.