all is optional

This morning, I have been disgusted by the sound of rain that has not begun to pour as yet.

More importantly, I set the tone for the rest of my day by yelling, “Fine, motherfucker!” at my beeping alarm clock at 09.10. It’s going to be a long day of classes, work, errands, and meetings that will run non-stop from 10.10 to quite possibly 11 pm.

Who the hell scheduled my Mondays to be like this?
Oh, yeah, that must’ve been me.

*sigh*

Someone promise me I’ll get through the next twenty one days unscathed?

Step 1: Turn off Vh1 as background noise and listen to something worthwhile.
Step 2: Find fellow insomniacs.
Step 3: Begin working on the numerous papers that the last two weeks of the term have inundated upon you.
Step 4: Avoid thinking of the delicious 12 hours of class, work, and meetings that await you Monday morning.
Step 4a: Avoid thinking of the equally delicious 12 hours of class, work, and meetings that await you Tuesday morning.
Step 5: Search for your bottle of melatonin. It’s time to be good friends again.

The plasma vs. LCD screens debate is viable evening news on a 24 hour news station (CNN).

Videogames now have tournaments broadcasted on the music televsion network (MTV).

I wasted time being semi-absorbed in these instead of writing a paper (which I will post here if it is sufficiently snidely sarcastic) on the women’s rights movement.

Laura Senkevitch: Business has too many numbers… and, capitalists.

Vitaliy Piltser: They’ll be lucky if I wear pants. on his place of employment, Beach Bums: a tanning salon, following a conversation about Lubin students in years 3 and 4 normally wear suits for their internships.

Pae-Tech Internet Provider Technician: Well, since you’ve tried plugging it into both jacks and it still doesn’t work, I’d have to assume that the problem is with your computer.
Me: Does your internet service prefer a certain kind of computer because I have a Mac.
Pae-Tech Internet Provider Technician: Oh. Then, the problem probably isn’t with your computer. We’ll send a technician out there.

I called you happiness; you described me as the space between coming home again and sleeping through most of Monday morning.

I’m in some pretty serious like.

Though I spend most of my days vehemently denying it to anyone who’ll listen, I’ve realised it in bits and pieces.

Because when I think of happy, it’s you I see.