You know this heart can make you happy...
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. *settles self in*
SO. I just got back from another 10-hour workday. I owe my mother serious money, I have a final essay due Thursday that I haven't even finished the reading for, and I have two exams next week and have to figure out what in the fuck I'm doing for work. I'm kind of stressed, actually.
But for whatever reason I AM IN SUCH A GOOD MOOD. (Not that that's particularly irregular, but still.)
I almost feel sort of guilty for being so happy. Like, so many of my friends are going through hard times right now, I really just want to package up my good feelings and send it to all of them in little boxes with pretty bows tied on top and a smily-faced heart drawn on the envelope. Here's one for you, Jo! One each for Mk and Ailei! One for Fuu, complete with a genuine Kathryn SAFETY!!! and one for David! And Nicole and Jenny and Emily and blah and fishcakes and sadly the vast majority of my friends list. ;_; WHY CAN'T YOU GUYS BE HAPPY WITH ME, HUH?!?!
....Cuz I'd probably still be ridonkulously happy even if the apartment were falling apart around my head. Hee.
ETA:: Upon going back and reading that, it sounded incredibly snotty to me. I didn't mean, why the hell aren't you guys happy. I meant, why the hell hasn't fate been nicer to such a fantastic group of people, GOD DAMMIT. *kiss*
Seriously, though! I love my job. No, really. Love it. I like my coworkers and I'm really good at it and I make good money and I like my bosses and my bosses like me, and it's not that far from campus, either. I lurve my shitty little POS car and I lurve my shitty POS apartment (of course it's actually a NICE apartment it just looks like a trash can and a laundry bin both barfed all over it) and I love my classes and I'm actually going out and declaring my major tomorrow (English, with emphasis in religion and culture and mythology and folklore... or something. I don't know) and I am doing WELL in my classes and I have good friends and mmm this Indian food tastes good and is anyone annoyed by my stream of conscience sentences? and I just got in contact with my crazy-ass awesome cousin (she's like my awesome grandparents, if that's any comparison, guys) and I'm on really good terms with my dad and my grandparents and I got to play video games with my mom and it's almost spring break and I'll be 20 in less than a month and I'm going to visit Mary in about two weeks and WOW.
Hi, I'm retarded. *g*
And now I must go read more of Paradise Lost, my latest obsession. I LOVE this book, guys. Like, I love it as much as Lord of the Rings. Yeah. That good for me. UNH. *fans self* For a stodgy old asshat bastard, Milton wrote some good shit.
ETA AGAIN: Arrr, I'm retarded. I got beat upside the head by several people because, quote, "I AM HAPPY YOU ASSHAT!!" D'Oh! I didn't mean it like that. Or, like, augh, I'm retarded, NEVER MIND. *headdesk*
SO. I just got back from another 10-hour workday. I owe my mother serious money, I have a final essay due Thursday that I haven't even finished the reading for, and I have two exams next week and have to figure out what in the fuck I'm doing for work. I'm kind of stressed, actually.
But for whatever reason I AM IN SUCH A GOOD MOOD. (Not that that's particularly irregular, but still.)
I almost feel sort of guilty for being so happy. Like, so many of my friends are going through hard times right now, I really just want to package up my good feelings and send it to all of them in little boxes with pretty bows tied on top and a smily-faced heart drawn on the envelope. Here's one for you, Jo! One each for Mk and Ailei! One for Fuu, complete with a genuine Kathryn SAFETY!!! and one for David! And Nicole and Jenny and Emily and blah and fishcakes and sadly the vast majority of my friends list. ;_; WHY CAN'T YOU GUYS BE HAPPY WITH ME, HUH?!?!
....Cuz I'd probably still be ridonkulously happy even if the apartment were falling apart around my head. Hee.
ETA:: Upon going back and reading that, it sounded incredibly snotty to me. I didn't mean, why the hell aren't you guys happy. I meant, why the hell hasn't fate been nicer to such a fantastic group of people, GOD DAMMIT. *kiss*
Seriously, though! I love my job. No, really. Love it. I like my coworkers and I'm really good at it and I make good money and I like my bosses and my bosses like me, and it's not that far from campus, either. I lurve my shitty little POS car and I lurve my shitty POS apartment (of course it's actually a NICE apartment it just looks like a trash can and a laundry bin both barfed all over it) and I love my classes and I'm actually going out and declaring my major tomorrow (English, with emphasis in religion and culture and mythology and folklore... or something. I don't know) and I am doing WELL in my classes and I have good friends and mmm this Indian food tastes good and is anyone annoyed by my stream of conscience sentences? and I just got in contact with my crazy-ass awesome cousin (she's like my awesome grandparents, if that's any comparison, guys) and I'm on really good terms with my dad and my grandparents and I got to play video games with my mom and it's almost spring break and I'll be 20 in less than a month and I'm going to visit Mary in about two weeks and WOW.
Hi, I'm retarded. *g*
And now I must go read more of Paradise Lost, my latest obsession. I LOVE this book, guys. Like, I love it as much as Lord of the Rings. Yeah. That good for me. UNH. *fans self* For a stodgy old asshat bastard, Milton wrote some good shit.
ETA AGAIN: Arrr, I'm retarded. I got beat upside the head by several people because, quote, "I AM HAPPY YOU ASSHAT!!" D'Oh! I didn't mean it like that. Or, like, augh, I'm retarded, NEVER MIND. *headdesk*