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shinyglorchanMini freak out in my head on the train to school. I really, really need and want a job. I didn't get a phone call from the Halloween Store. I-I don't know if I can deal with the job search thing again and all that rejection on top of classes, let alone if I actually GET a job on top of classes.
My to-do list just gets longer and keeps changing because homework keeps changing, and I have to make my room presentable by Saturday because seriously, my room will probably kill anyone not me, and I don't want to be responsible for a dead Beckabooher life tries to kill her enough as it is, thank.
AND I still have to work on big parts of two costumes. I am not scrapping either. I want the Spoiler one, and dammit, I'm dying my hair for the Red Hood Lian one; I am NOT skipping out on that one. At least the red leotard isn't as dark as before, thank fuck.
Oh, then there's all the plays I have to see for class, AND I'm supposed to be taking my driving lessons. I'm supposed to call the guy back like last month. I just freaked out so bad in my head, and it's just argh. I'm creating stress for myself. This shit is manageable, and I know it is; why the fuck do I do this to myself?
In conclusion, if you see me online RPing or fucking around in general, scold me and tell me to go clean my room or something. And to stop checking my second e-mail for RP like a freak. I am not here this week. ...which really sucks because I have so many fucking plot bunnies, but I seriously can't indulge in that right now. I'm at least getting my creative out through drawing on the trainand in some classes, oops, so I should fucking deal.
...but man, can't wait until I get my netbook sometime next week. She shall be named Spoiler, and thne I can write fic and type on the train. It'll be glorious. And someday, she shall meet Bek's netbook, Alvin Draper, and flirt with him. XD Maybe meet Griff's someday too, Jason-Fucking-Todd (hmmm, I wonder whose fault THAT name was, heheh).
My to-do list just gets longer and keeps changing because homework keeps changing, and I have to make my room presentable by Saturday because seriously, my room will probably kill anyone not me, and I don't want to be responsible for a dead Beckaboo
AND I still have to work on big parts of two costumes. I am not scrapping either. I want the Spoiler one, and dammit, I'm dying my hair for the Red Hood Lian one; I am NOT skipping out on that one. At least the red leotard isn't as dark as before, thank fuck.
Oh, then there's all the plays I have to see for class, AND I'm supposed to be taking my driving lessons. I'm supposed to call the guy back like last month. I just freaked out so bad in my head, and it's just argh. I'm creating stress for myself. This shit is manageable, and I know it is; why the fuck do I do this to myself?
In conclusion, if you see me online RPing or fucking around in general, scold me and tell me to go clean my room or something. And to stop checking my second e-mail for RP like a freak. I am not here this week. ...which really sucks because I have so many fucking plot bunnies, but I seriously can't indulge in that right now. I'm at least getting my creative out through drawing on the train
...but man, can't wait until I get my netbook sometime next week. She shall be named Spoiler, and thne I can write fic and type on the train. It'll be glorious. And someday, she shall meet Bek's netbook, Alvin Draper, and flirt with him. XD Maybe meet Griff's someday too, Jason-Fucking-Todd (hmmm, I wonder whose fault THAT name was, heheh).
