Tuesday, November 02, 2004
Sheesh, you go away for a weekend and your comments thingie explodes. Flame wars! Cocktail invites! Advice! Sniff! It brings a tear to the eye, it does.
Grumble, I hate this time of year. Fucking assignments and exams are seriously chapping my ass. Like, I don't think I could be less motivated, or have less desire to actually sit down and do any work, even though I am severely fucked (especially for my exams, where I know nothing). Like, even before writing this sentence, I took a little break and watered my mint bush, experimented with some hair removal cream, and talked to one of my friends. See! I don't even have the inclination to sit down and write this dumb blog, let alone learn about language variants. Snore.
Yesterday I had a bit of a fight with Cap Guy as well, which was tiresome. Thankfully it wasn't my fault, so I can feel superior. Well, he's just really jealous and suspicious and paranoid. Basically he's just like me, only, like, worse. Like, I got an SMS from Cheekbones at 4am. He was clearly drunk off his ass and he was whining because he hooked up with his ex, and that he wanted to spend some time with me as he hadn't seen me for ages. I didn't think it was that big of a deal, but apparently it was to Cap Guy, and he started being all bitchy and snide. Like, I said I was going to have a shower and if he wanted to come along (bow chicka bow bow), but he was all "no thank you. Perhaps you could ask [Cheekbones], doesn't he want to spend more time with you?". And then I was all "eyeroll" and left. Men are so infuriating. Like, he can't seem to get past the fact that Cheekbones and I had a very brief drunken encounter like, three years ago. Get over it! Even I am over it now (sniff, Vintage Dawei. You make me cringe to read).
I mean, I guess I should take it as a compliment. He's always saying how hot I am, and how he can't believe I'm not out shagging all the people who are falling over themselves to get naked with me. It just gets a little annoying when he won't listen to me and trust me, even though he's older and supposedly more experienced in the real world.
Oooh, look at me! I'm being all mature and shit. Sigh. Growing up is hard, y'all.
But next on my growing up list is finding employment. Like, seriously seriously this time. I have no money at all in Savings, and my pocket money won't get transferred until... I don't know. I have no idea when the stupid bank transfers it. Today's the Melbourne Cup too! I had to turn Cheekbones' offer of Melbourne Cup watching and alcohol as I'm so broke. Oh, and that whole meant-to-be-studying thing. And Cap Guy would probably get all stroppy again. Bah.
Not that my pocket money can support me anymore, what with this whole every-meal-out/cocktails/shopping life I seem to have tumbled into. Especially now that uni is all but wrapped up, I'll have three months off where I'll have nothing to do but spend spend spend. Sigh. My life is too hard. No one will hire me! Actually, aren't I meant to be all popular and shit now? Blog-wise, I mean? Maybe I can find a job through this... hmm. Or I could set up one of those wanky PayPal "donation" thingies. Yeah! I mean, I provide a great service for you fuckers. You should be coughing up. How selfish.