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[transomwhiplass]

I love how I've been averaging 3-4 hours of sleep for the last two weeks. I love how the banquet location evaporated today, now less than a month before the event. I love that the woman knew for a week but avoided our calls. I love how this project I've been working on all evening was due at 10 AM. I love that my hand still smells like water balloons from tabling today for U-Day. I love that my throat hurts, still. I love that I have to go on a random field trip tomorrow out near Salem sheerly for the arch. departments' shits & giggles, who cares if I actually have things that I need to do? I love that the catering contract still hasn't reached my inbox. I love how I haven't actually submitted any of the things that I spent 4 hours writing on Saturday to their proper recipients. I love how I skipped badminton today to get a sunburn. I love how they don't tell us what is due more than a day in advance (it seems like) in studio. I love how I have to let Anthony down again and miss the show again because of previously mentioned stupid field trip. I love that I'm behind on my (cool!) reading for English.. again. I love that my to do list grows exponentially bigger everyday. I love how it's so freaking hot outside, it melts the adhesive off the 3M stickums that hold half my room up. I love the new ridiculous bruise on my knee from accidentally kicking a sharp Costco-sized spool of CDs. I love how Costco threatened twice to take away my card since it has my dad's name on it. I love how I'm developing an uneven, beefy Trogdor arm thanks to badminton. I love how this morning on the bus an absolutely creepy 50-60 something overweight man put his arms behind his head when there were people next to him and as if revolting them wasn't enough, he had to lift his shirt up completely over his sagging hairy belly and rub it while grinning specifically at me the entire ride in the most perverted "Fat Bastard" manner as if he thought I was totally turned on as opposed to grossed out of my mind.

Actually, I just really love sarcasm. Those are all the bad things I can think of that are afflicting me at the moment. I'm actually in a rather good mood though, there are quite a few positive things adding to the balance but LJ is only for the weepy, wrist-slashing details.

I've now completely weaned off of saying "Frikkin' Crap!" and I'm now onto saying "Balls!" Life is good in the land of studio profanity.

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[molestahlestah.livejournal.com]

Might I suggest "Shit, son!" as the hip, new thing in profanity?