| To Do... |
[Feb. 21st, 2004|07:52 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | busy | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Gap Band - You Dropped a Bomb on Me | ] |
Saturday:
1. Meet with SaltLakeBride.com guy.
2. Picture Taking expidition with Mom.
3. Clean House.
4. Finish business website.
5. Go Grocery Shopping.
6. File all bills and paperwork for 2003.
7. Prepare Sunday School Lesson for tomorrow.
D'ya think I packed enough stuff in today?? |
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| Time keeps on slippin' slippin' slippin'... |
[Feb. 20th, 2004|09:26 pm] |
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| |  sleepy | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Radiohead - There There | ] |
I have an evil arch enemy. His name is time. Time is stingy. He doesn't let me get very much done. Time is very selfish. I run out of it very quickly, and he never gives me any more. But, sometimes he is an unwelcome guest that doesn't know when to leave. Like when I'm somewhere that I don't want to be,and I want time to go by quickly so I can go somewhere else and do something more productive. Time doesn't let me get enough sleep. He's always waking me up before I am really ready. And the more I need him, the less I see him. Some ''friend", huh? Sometimes I wish I could just snag him, tie him up, and make him do my bidding. But he's a slippery one. He's always one step ahead of me. And he's very stealth-like.
I don't know what it was I did exactly to upset him so. Come to think of it, we used to be good friends. I always had time to play, sleep, or whatever. Either I changed or he changed. Or maybe we both changed. But whatever happened, it's obvious that our relationship is over, and has been for many, many years.
I miss my old friend. |
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| Dumb stupid dumb work |
[Feb. 19th, 2004|03:59 pm] |
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| |  crappy | ] |
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| | Violent Femmes - Add It Up | ] |
What a horrible, miserable day it's been today. And really, it's only work that has been so bad. It starts with a page that came only a second or two after I left the house. My boss Sends me to a high school to work for a few hours, which basically means that he has nothing important for me to do. That also means that the high school doesn't really have anything for me to do either. Which means that I usually end up doing all of the crap work that nobody else wants to do. And I have to put up with all of the immature high school kids. Which I hate. Because they are all immature. And all or the girls look like Britney Spears. And all of the boys look like thugs. And I spend the whole time reflecting on my own high school existence. Which I hated. And nothing has changed in the last 14 years. And I wish I could go back in time and do everything different. Maybe I would be able to make more friends and go on more dates. And have better memories. But no. Everything has to suck. And nothing changes. And I remain trapped in this job. In this life. And I can't move on. And I don't progress. And I see Mr. immature high school thug with his arm around his uber-thin, ultra-hot Britney Spears girlfriend, and you know they just got done doing it in his brand new Mustang. And some people just get everything handed to them, while others have to work much harder to get a lot less. And nobody said life was fair. And thank goodness it isn't. Because if it was, there would be a lot of miserable out of work therapists out there.
Yeah, work sucked today. |
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| Change |
[Feb. 18th, 2004|07:04 pm] |
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| |  hopeful | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Underworld - Dinosaur Adventure 3D (Funk D'Void Remix) | ] |
Change is good.
It's time for a change. |
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