Another Burning Inquiry

I hate when she's right. I hate that assumes every bad thing that she's ever experienced, I am doomed to experience too. I hate being screamed at, I hate how closed her mind is.

But all of that is said and done and over with.

I just want my cat, a book, and a cup of tea, and I will be happier than a bird with a french fry.

The heat is stifling - I do so prefer fall weather, but I would never wish away this "relaxing" summer. I need to map out my course schedule for this coming semester, make sure I have enough money for books - I should, seeing as Im working so much and have three jobs lined up when I return to campus. Is it really worth it - I'll have plenty of cash and no time to spend it, which means I'll get less aid kuz it'll sit in my bank account and they'll think I can afford anything.

I hate collared shirts. They are not meant for those of us with such flat chests. My "status symbol" in Lucky Star is such an annoyance in this non-animated world.

I want to know what happens in Pandora Hearts. Why oh why must it take so long to release? I have this itching feeling that today will be a 9 or 10 hour shift again - god damn leagues! But if it means I only have an 8 hour shift another day, does it really matter that much? I don't remember what days she had me down on for next week, but hopefully the schedule's done today.

Oie. Boy. What to do about him. That. What? There really is no that now is there... I suppose not. Maybe? I really can't fricken tell, and I think that's why it's bugging me - I do so hate not knowing things.

Journal complete, mostly, well, typed anyway, need to throw it all together at some point tonight, call and let him know. Dunno when I'd be able to get together with the guy though, seeing as I've sold my soul to my employeer. Oie. It's guna be a long summer. Or maybe not. Maybe everything will magically fall into place like it has in the past. I figured out where to live, Im searching for my cat, I get cute texts throughout the day, my car's still running and I'm fed every time I walk through the door. Life's not too bad, in reality.

Naw, in fact, it's quite serene.