Clueless

I love it when my life is like Clueless, the movie. I love it when I feel like Cher, happy go-lucky, oblivious to the world's troubles, caring about cute boys, having plethora of money, and saying funny things without the intention of being funny. today, when i was at work, i took a quick break to get a drink of water and reapply lipgloss. one of my managers said, "what are you doing?"

I replied, "if you put on a lot of lipgloss, people buy more things!"

She said, "really?! i'll put some on!"

"Yes!!!"

i'm in hell

do u want to know what hell is? it's graduate school.

go fug yourself

Every period of my academic life, some bitchass snot tells me that i'm not smart enough to go where i want to go. in middle school, it was punkass aaron, my brother's friend, who told me that i wasn't good enough for princeton even though i got straight A's every year (i gave up that dream way too quickly after dumbass's opinion). in high school, it was the guidance counselor's book that said the top 2% of the class gets into berkeley (damn hippie school. didnt want to go there anyways). after college, it was the stupid interview prep lady who told me my skirt was too short. "hey, old craggidy, guess who got the duke job with the 'too short' skirt?" Me, you fucker.

finally, it is my grad school's internship counselor who tells me that i don't have any publications or presentations to get me into a 'top apa internship.' hey, how about telling me what's good on my cv, and stop telling me im not good enough. this is the second time you've told me my creds are not up to par. maybe if you weren't a complete shithead, you would say something good about my experience. i got into a top training program this year. how about highlighting that part of the cv, miss-obsessed-with-publications. go fuck yourself.

sick freak!

i have this sick pleasure of seeing how much i can work and not pass out from pure exhaustion. it gives me satisfaction to brag/boast/whine about my long work days, work outs, homework nights and part-time work. i seriously have about 30-60 minutes of free time a day. how awesome is that? i hope the pressure alleviates in a few weeks. mama needs qp time.

keepin the sanity

Are you disappointed in me?!?!??! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH omg. i feel like my professor...wants me to be a better person....a better researcher...... blerggggggggg

Sucktember

Everyone and their mofo is stressed out this month. If we got rid of September, you think people would fare better?

Interpersonal

Why do people think that I don't care about them or don't want to talk to them about shiz. Apparently, persons in my life hold the assumption that I have many friends to talk to about stuff and he/she isn't vital to my well-being. What the f?

I like to hoard friends and talk to each one about everything. I don't save special information for special persons. Like it or not, I want you to be there and listen to my crap. I don't want your advice or anything. I want you to be there and listen. Then, we can go talk about cute boys.I will listen to your ish. I want you to come me with your crap.

Remember, if I met you only one time, I think you are special. If I've known you more than three years, we're basically blood-related. So stop being a nincumpoop. PS. This message was not intended solely for anonymous. An interaction with another friend prompted this blog.

as previously mentioned, i am in this school and work and mall work and other stuff daze. i will be back in a short period of time. it's getting so bad that i'm dreaming about drinking. :X