Procrastination

One week until my God forsaken class is over.  I really like poetry, so much that I was tempted to purchase some by Louise Gluck (Barnes and Noble didn't have her- or atleast the book I wanted) but the writing half of it is ridiculous.  I despise having to look up this stupid information, and really see it pointless.  She even claims the fact that we 'don't get it' in our in class writing assignments.  Like it is our fault.  And now this isn't even a requirement that I need.  Its just an extra.  Money, time, etc all down the drain.  Whatever, atleast it was enjoyable.  And maybe 7 years down the road I will realize that it was a necessary class.  Whatever.

Today I don't think I have ever felt so drained.  I wasn't hungover, but just weary.  Getting up was a process. It took me from about 9:30 to 10:30 before I actually got into the shower.  And then I had quite some time before I had to actually go to work, enough time to get a real breakfast, but somehow, for some reason the time slipped away and I ended up having bread and water.  Great times.  Work itself wasn't exhausting, but I was sooo tired.  And I did have a lot to do, in addition to very little food.  Also feeling bad that I am most likely going to have to skip work on Wednesday or Thursday because of my paper.  Talking to Kirsten made me feel better though, and I am glad that she will be there on Wednesday night so if I have do skip out I won't be leaving them without someone.  Oh well, I did cover their asses twice.  They kinda owe me. 

Reading old logs has been interesting, making me think a little bit about everything thats gone by.  In particular reading the few convos I have had with Joe.  How things have changed.  I don't even really talk to him when I see him.  Its wierd to say that I am friendlier with Mike than with him.  But I also think about him a bit.  And especially use him as like the person I have 'dated' which is innacurate but as close as it comes.  Well except Phil.  Who has a boyfriend now but still hasn't really told me.  Power to him, they kind of look cute together.  They both came to the store today and I chatted for a while.  Richard is nice. Just realized that I called Phil Phil and not Phillip.  Maybe for typing convenience.  Its not that big a deal I suppose.  Anyway, Joe is out of there.  I did meet a new guy, Chris, from the club.  Nothing really has gone well with club meetings, so I suppose we will see what happens.  I have talked to him online and he has called and we have briefly conversed, but nothing special.  He was nice at the club I suppose, but I don't really remember, I would need to hang out with him more.  He seems like a fun kid, which I don't know if I can completely 'go with' I guess.  As tam said, I am more of a serious person.  Anyway, he is going away to Cali for a week, his home, and then when he comes back I will be gone so we'll see what happens with that.  He is also old.  Older than Phil.  I don't know I guess we'll see what happens. 

So now its really late, and I really need to do something productive.  I choose sleep.  I leave you with memorable quotes from VH1's Best Week Ever.  They will mean nothing to you probably, but I enjoyed them:

"When I shoot a alien I wanna hear the snap snap. See ya ET *snap snap* Bye Alf *Snap Snap*"

"Apparenlty they went the extra mile and hired some writers and real actors"

        -VH1's Best Week Ever On Battle Star Galactica