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angelgazing) wrote2005-10-19 05:19 pm
angelgazing) wrote2005-10-19 05:19 pm
a lonely little fangirl and her terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day
ARRRG. Oh, oh, f-list, oh fandom, oh internet, if you loved me at all, even just a little, even just a fraction of how I love you then you would do the kind thing and put me out of my misery. Look at Ol' Yeller, it was the only thing to do. Do it now, please, I beg of you, end me now.
My day started at seven a.m. Yes. Seven a.m. Seven in the morning, my day started. I was awake before the sun was up, and my I just say, not only no, but hell no? What sadistic son of a whore thought up seven a.m. as a good starting time for the day? Are they still alive to be hanged? Please?
So, yeah, seven o'clock in the bloody fucking morning (and I use the term morning loosely, because, well, see above re: up before the sun) I'm dragged out of bed for what I was already sure was shaping up to be a terrible horrible no good very bad day.
Just be grateful that I saved you from the phone post I was going to make, which included a lot of ranting and babbling and perhaps a slight bit of crying like a baby until I passed out from lack of oxygen to the brain because the way I type is pretty much the way I talk and that's not so much a good then when I don't breathe in my run on sentences. ::takes a deep breath::
I'll spare you the details and just leave you with this: test. test. maaaath. (jesus fuck I am bad at math.) test. test. wait. sunburn. 90 fucking degrees in fucking October. Test. test. ESSAY. Test.
I hate my life. I demand a new one.
Also my brain hurts. They made me use it. The bastards. I think I failed. I think if I did then I may cry and cry and cry.
In unrelated news, for those who may care: tomorrow night (Thursday) is when the James Marsters episodes of Smallville start.
Now I have to go pack to stay with my mom tonight. I'll have post-Serenity Firefly fic for you tomorrow though, I think. Maybe. Unless I manage to do it rightthehell now. ::glares at the clock::
My day started at seven a.m. Yes. Seven a.m. Seven in the morning, my day started. I was awake before the sun was up, and my I just say, not only no, but hell no? What sadistic son of a whore thought up seven a.m. as a good starting time for the day? Are they still alive to be hanged? Please?
So, yeah, seven o'clock in the bloody fucking morning (and I use the term morning loosely, because, well, see above re: up before the sun) I'm dragged out of bed for what I was already sure was shaping up to be a terrible horrible no good very bad day.
Just be grateful that I saved you from the phone post I was going to make, which included a lot of ranting and babbling and perhaps a slight bit of crying like a baby until I passed out from lack of oxygen to the brain because the way I type is pretty much the way I talk and that's not so much a good then when I don't breathe in my run on sentences. ::takes a deep breath::
I'll spare you the details and just leave you with this: test. test. maaaath. (jesus fuck I am bad at math.) test. test. wait. sunburn. 90 fucking degrees in fucking October. Test. test. ESSAY. Test.
I hate my life. I demand a new one.
Also my brain hurts. They made me use it. The bastards. I think I failed. I think if I did then I may cry and cry and cry.
In unrelated news, for those who may care: tomorrow night (Thursday) is when the James Marsters episodes of Smallville start.
Now I have to go pack to stay with my mom tonight. I'll have post-Serenity Firefly fic for you tomorrow though, I think. Maybe. Unless I manage to do it rightthehell now. ::glares at the clock::
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Are you on? MY AIM IS WORKING OMG!!!!!
James Marsters episodes of Smallville start.
Seriously?!!! SPIKE??? Wah! Me wantssss.
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::dances::
You can
hold my hand while I attempt to write Danny/Rustytotally talk to me now. ::snickers::And no, apparently around here at this time of the year the sun is up around 7:20ish.