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Feb. 18th, 2011 01:35 pmYou guys!
I know, I know, it's been weeks, and even before that it had been months and am I even still on LJ anymore WTF? But even though I should be studying for the Bar (which I take next week and did you know that I actually have to remember everything I've learned in law school, WTF?) I had to post and say I just ate one of the shittiest sandwiches I've ever eaten.
LOL, I know, I'm posting about a bad sandwich. Such is my life. And it was really bad. You know how it is when you're expecting a certain kind of sandwich that you've eaten many times before and then you bite into it and it's just this side of gross but you don't stop eating because you're super hungry and your mom bought it for you so it would be rude not to eat it (even though you're all alone and eating it in front of your computer). Yeah, it was disgusting and I finally had to stop and eat a cookie just to get the taste out of my mouth.
So, yeah, it was Not Good. So Not Good that I felt the need to share my disappointment and disgust with you all. I'm a giver like that. ;-)
In other news, I'm super behind on most every fannish type thing in my life (as I am behind in most everything in my life, fannish or otherwise). My SPN give-a-fuck has been broken, which is sad, though that hasn't stopped me from wasting precious hours re-reading Dean/Cas stories that I've read 30 times before. I take the Bar in less than a week and while I've scraped together enough money to pay rent through March if I don't find a job in the next couple of weeks I'm going to have to move into the basement room at FGC (which isn't the worst thing in the world but, seriously, I need a job). I'd be more upset with myself but I'm giving myself a little leeway considering how enourmously shitty I've felt for the past few months. Seriously, everytime I think I understand the fibro and how it impacts my life it goes and throws a new curveball my way.
In sum: I ate a crappy sandwich. Being an adult is hard work (and srs bznz). And I would much rather be reading Dean/Cas, even though my SPN investment is less than existent. Also, my one great dream for after the Bar is to be able to create something, anything, because this creative drought has become dire. Oh, and to interact more on LJ, something at which I've monumentally sucked for going on half a year, at least.
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I know, I know, it's been weeks, and even before that it had been months and am I even still on LJ anymore WTF? But even though I should be studying for the Bar (which I take next week and did you know that I actually have to remember everything I've learned in law school, WTF?) I had to post and say I just ate one of the shittiest sandwiches I've ever eaten.
LOL, I know, I'm posting about a bad sandwich. Such is my life. And it was really bad. You know how it is when you're expecting a certain kind of sandwich that you've eaten many times before and then you bite into it and it's just this side of gross but you don't stop eating because you're super hungry and your mom bought it for you so it would be rude not to eat it (even though you're all alone and eating it in front of your computer). Yeah, it was disgusting and I finally had to stop and eat a cookie just to get the taste out of my mouth.
So, yeah, it was Not Good. So Not Good that I felt the need to share my disappointment and disgust with you all. I'm a giver like that. ;-)
In other news, I'm super behind on most every fannish type thing in my life (as I am behind in most everything in my life, fannish or otherwise). My SPN give-a-fuck has been broken, which is sad, though that hasn't stopped me from wasting precious hours re-reading Dean/Cas stories that I've read 30 times before. I take the Bar in less than a week and while I've scraped together enough money to pay rent through March if I don't find a job in the next couple of weeks I'm going to have to move into the basement room at FGC (which isn't the worst thing in the world but, seriously, I need a job). I'd be more upset with myself but I'm giving myself a little leeway considering how enourmously shitty I've felt for the past few months. Seriously, everytime I think I understand the fibro and how it impacts my life it goes and throws a new curveball my way.
In sum: I ate a crappy sandwich. Being an adult is hard work (and srs bznz). And I would much rather be reading Dean/Cas, even though my SPN investment is less than existent. Also, my one great dream for after the Bar is to be able to create something, anything, because this creative drought has become dire. Oh, and to interact more on LJ, something at which I've monumentally sucked for going on half a year, at least.
