Archive for June, 2006

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how do i make more money? i spend more time on things i like, things to distract me, and any sort of procrastination tools which do not equal more money. need mo.

mo money mo problems you know what they say. i don’t think that’s necessarily true though.

can you tell me where

where oh where where did fill in the blank go.

basically it’s just one of those days. one of those times if you will.

what are we to do when what we’re doing is nothing like what we should or need and want to be doing.

i believe there are psychological terms i know dealing with that exact discrepancy (ideal self, bla bla?)

i miss my friends. and my best friend is in town. so why do i miss them? homework. the dev. i don’t know. i’m sad.

lots of changes.

unsure, what’s that word? uncertainty. my english is bad right now, but my tetris is good- i got a 34000 or something like that. it made me happy.

for two minutes.

someday. sometime.

i only went to the picnic today for 15 minutes, and not really at all at that. boo! n hoo!!!

what happens when you leave the ‘bux for a few days

this is what i come back from a two-day weekday break from starby’s. mmm i’d like to infuse arby’s with starbucks, maybe?

my coworkers are insane. just like me. and we actually hung out tonight, where i live, in the bubble, at the p-pack. it was a grood time?

i really miss this blog place. i started it back when i was crazy crazy, now i’m just amandoo crazy, and now i can do all the fancy stuff myself. fancy stuff? like a new background? forget that. for now.

yeah one summer class down one huge horrid other one to go. such is the life. who thought i was ambitious enough to go for my masters right out of college, and right out of the streets, uh, i mean, bins?

enough questions i will make answers.

i’m happy again!

today was a piling on top of the six layers, completing my seven layer burrito of boggage. boggage is like baggage, but way worse because it’s like a foggy smog haze that makes you sick like when you did not eat all day and then ate one silly sandwich and it overfilled your stomach. i was happy that i did save money on food by not eating as much. now we all know that that’s stupid and unrealistic- there are better ways out there.

like sucking up the news of both a broken gasket head and the horrid horrible unimaginable horrors of a crack in my cylinder head = more than my life can fathomably give in money right now-= my car overheated or was i going to today?

answer= i went to school and took my midterm and had my friendly meeting and went on with life. i put my twin halfsibs to bed for the first time in forever and i got to see their nightly routine- saying what ‘went right with the day’ and a ‘good thought’ to put them to bed (and quell nightmarefears if they woke up). simple, cute, effective. i had/have been so caught up in my drama and troubles these last few days that i’ve forgotten that i’m still trying to live a life and have fun and have good reasons for doing what i’m doing other than survival.

survival of the adapting and having funkins while you’re at it.

i guess what i’m saying is people are good, they are what life is here for, and i am ultimately doing the part i can do right now, to the 90%percentile best i can while i’m having mildmeltdown issues, and i’m happy right now. happy and a little sick from my sandwich.