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jecca_mehlota) wrote2006-08-08 05:28 am
jecca_mehlota) wrote2006-08-08 05:28 am
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It's too early for this.
4 am is an unholy hour. May I never have to get up that early to drive someone to the airport again. I'd go back to bed, but now I've been up for too long to fall back asleep. Stupid body.
Fears of falling asleep at the wheel on the way home alone and the chances that I pulled a somewhat illegal stunt in the airport parking lot aside (what else was I supposed to do? x_x), Mom's on her way to California now, so the rest of us will half-starve for a week. (That is a lie - we can make food.) She remembered halfway to the airport that she had forgotten to grab the cheese and fudge for her mother, so I need to find those and mail them sometime later today. Like, after the sun has come up.
Ifinally have a job interview on Thursday. I don't care that I promised to work for that man if he hired me and I don't care that I could walk to work. He's has two months and I needed a job in June. *grumble whine* My brother says the woman I have to talk to is very nice (yes, yes, I put in for a job at the same place my brother works. At least I picked a different department. They're the only ones hiring right now. Leave me alone).
Half of my G1 DVDs are out on loan again. For all my complaining, I sure go along with most anything people want me to do. "*whine whine complain insult grumble complain* *does it anyway*" is, perhaps, an odd way to live, but it works. ...Though sometimes I find it simultaneously funny and sad when people are actually afraid of me. It's not like I've ever actually hurt anyone. I just complain about everything.A lot.
I can't wait to hear some of his reactions to some of the stuff they put in that show. I warned him to never try and apply logic or expect any sort of continuity, but he's not good at ignoring things like some of the glaring animation or plot errors present. (Well, everyone notices them, it's just a matter of how well you can laugh it off.)
Fears of falling asleep at the wheel on the way home alone and the chances that I pulled a somewhat illegal stunt in the airport parking lot aside (what else was I supposed to do? x_x), Mom's on her way to California now, so the rest of us will half-starve for a week. (That is a lie - we can make food.) She remembered halfway to the airport that she had forgotten to grab the cheese and fudge for her mother, so I need to find those and mail them sometime later today. Like, after the sun has come up.
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Half of my G1 DVDs are out on loan again. For all my complaining, I sure go along with most anything people want me to do. "*whine whine complain insult grumble complain* *does it anyway*" is, perhaps, an odd way to live, but it works. ...Though sometimes I find it simultaneously funny and sad when people are actually afraid of me. It's not like I've ever actually hurt anyone. I just complain about everything.
I can't wait to hear some of his reactions to some of the stuff they put in that show. I warned him to never try and apply logic or expect any sort of continuity, but he's not good at ignoring things like some of the glaring animation or plot errors present. (Well, everyone notices them, it's just a matter of how well you can laugh it off.)