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Jun. 3rd, 2004 12:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lykomancerOk, bak to the mostly funtioning keyboard.
Good news and bad.
Bad: The seminary annot aept me at all without my official transripts. Tom is seriously considering offering up his car as collateral in order for my to take out a short-term loan. I don't want to, but will probably have to.
Good: I'm doing ok, still.
I put in the Tea Shoppe appliation, and now have a few more for various plaes within walking distane of this cafe and home. (Target were bastards! They had me fill out this omputer-online-appliation-thing whih was a bitch and a half, and then kept me waiting for over an hour for a interview before I finally walked out. Maybe I'll try again net week if I really need to.)
I will be looking up the metro bus shedual in a few moments so that I an do better tomorrow and net week.
EDIT: Oh, my GOD. Publi transportation shedualing might kill me. This is insane...
Tom's lesbian friends are very sweet, friendly, and normal (one is like an older version of me), and the apartment is mostly leaned. (I almost threw up while leaning the bathroom this morning... it was *that* bad.)
And I think I love Gackt a lot. I need to take up stalking as a profession.
I have taken up the high-affine diet. Sine my last dinner in Ashland of hinese food, I have eaten 3/4 a bag of baby arrots, a handful of vanilla reme wafers, an onion bagel, half of Envy (^_^;;), and a up of pasta shells. In the same time period, I have drank like, si ups of offee.
The offee motivated me to move in/rearrange/leane the apartment, walk about two miles, and still be restless. However, I think it's time to visit the sushi plae that's at the end of the blok from the apartment. I know I don't usually eat a lot, but this isn't right.
I have Tom's keys and I still have about two miles to walk before I get home. I should prolly run.
Good news and bad.
Bad: The seminary annot aept me at all without my official transripts. Tom is seriously considering offering up his car as collateral in order for my to take out a short-term loan. I don't want to, but will probably have to.
Good: I'm doing ok, still.
I put in the Tea Shoppe appliation, and now have a few more for various plaes within walking distane of this cafe and home. (Target were bastards! They had me fill out this omputer-online-appliation-thing whih was a bitch and a half, and then kept me waiting for over an hour for a interview before I finally walked out. Maybe I'll try again net week if I really need to.)
I will be looking up the metro bus shedual in a few moments so that I an do better tomorrow and net week.
EDIT: Oh, my GOD. Publi transportation shedualing might kill me. This is insane...
Tom's lesbian friends are very sweet, friendly, and normal (one is like an older version of me), and the apartment is mostly leaned. (I almost threw up while leaning the bathroom this morning... it was *that* bad.)
And I think I love Gackt a lot. I need to take up stalking as a profession.
I have taken up the high-affine diet. Sine my last dinner in Ashland of hinese food, I have eaten 3/4 a bag of baby arrots, a handful of vanilla reme wafers, an onion bagel, half of Envy (^_^;;), and a up of pasta shells. In the same time period, I have drank like, si ups of offee.
The offee motivated me to move in/rearrange/leane the apartment, walk about two miles, and still be restless. However, I think it's time to visit the sushi plae that's at the end of the blok from the apartment. I know I don't usually eat a lot, but this isn't right.
I have Tom's keys and I still have about two miles to walk before I get home. I should prolly run.
