Fuck [02 Nov 2004|10:16pm] Looks like another four years of Bush. . . Who's up for going to Canada? 2 | messing with the fire sign

[11 Oct 2004|07:40pm] [ mood | sick ] Home with food poisoning all day. I am never eating mushrooms again. 3 | messing with the fire sign

[08 Oct 2004|10:12pm] [ mood | anxious ] [ music | Accidental Death ] Right now is one of those moments when everything sucks and your mind is racing over all of the events that took place during the day and thinking about all of those times when you shouldn't have said whatever it was that you said and why your life will now be over. Except that I don't think that my life will be over. Maybe just temporarily suspended. As cliché as this sounds, I honestly don't understand why some people have to be so mean. Maybe they don't realize it. Maybe I am just way too sensitive. It is so scary to think that other people see you in this completely different way that you see yourself and that you really possess all of these horrible qualities that you never even knew you had. I am working tomorrow from 11am to 8pm. I have come to the conclusion that I hate almost everyone who I work with and that I never want to work in another grocery store for the rest of my life. I think that I am a really impulsive person in a lot of ways. The end. messing with the fire sign

blah blah blah [06 Oct 2004|10:08pm] [ mood | blah ] [ music | Deceptacon ] I just finished my cultural observation for Literary Journal. I wasted forever deciding on what to write about and finally decided on writing about working at Metropolitan Market and how I feel about the people there. It's a stupid paper, but what did Ms. Morin expect? How can anyone be expected to write some insightful cultural observation when they haven't had any experiences to go off of? I am starting to hate Literary Journal. It is just another way to make me feel inferior. messing with the fire sign

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