| August 9, 2001 11:44p.m. |
| Wow, so classes are no officially over. They have been for over 24 hours, I've just been entirely too busy getting shitfaced or doing teen court stuff to write in my webjournal. So anyway, here I am Thursday night sittin here all by myself with the dogs when I should be out getting drunk off my ass. Of course, all my drinkin buddies are either in other cities or are out with their significant others... and my significant other? Oh, well, i'm not really gonna go there tongiht. It will only make me more mad and bitter and ugh... It's midnight and I'm not tired but I'm so bored that I think I'm sleepy. I have to get up and drive Steven to meet his friends to go diving in the morning so I guess that's a motivation to go to sleep. I just don't want to be alone right now because that makes me so lonely. Ugh...the vicious cycle continues. |
| August 14, 2001 9:50 p.m. |
| Daniella's Italian Phrase of the Day: Signorina, per cortesia. Manca la mia valigia. (Help, my suitcase is missing) Well, I know it's been a while since I wrote, but that's because there's not too much to report. Slept a lot (woohoo!!) watched some really wretched made for tv movie on anorexia, worked a lot and spent entirely too much time intoxicated last weekend, and I'm still trying to recover in time to partay with the Trinity crew on Thursday. Have I mentioned yet how much it ROCKS to live on the Later Gator route??!?! I'm also teaching myself Italian. So far I've learned to introduce myself and look for lost luggage. I'll be ready for a trip to Florence in no time. :) So tomorrow is the big day...final interview for the Assistant Coordinator position at Teen Court. :::sigh::: I'm disgustingly nervous about it. I'm not sure if I'm more nervous about the interview or the possibility of actually having a real job. I think I'm probably the most nervous about all the testing which accompanies the interview. Ugh. REally not looking forward to having to pee in a cup. Not exactly the best at peeing on command. Anyhoo, time for laundry, a bubble bath and what I'm sure will be a failed attempt at falling asleep early. Wish me luck by signing my Dreambook!! |
| August 21, 2001 10:21p.m. |
| Wow...what a week or so this has been. I know I haven't been writing but it's actually because so much has been going on that I don't know where to start. So lets just summarize the week in general: got a job, started my internship, got a 4.0, went to Ocala to have dinner with my folks, went to a partay and got really smashed with GOOD results, went to Orlando for a conference and didn't do much in the way of conferencing, learned some Italian, re-read The Oddessy, bought some cheap dvds, hung out with Trinity folk...A LOT, hung out at Trinity, and now I'm back in Gainesville after reluctantly leaving Orlando for the first time...ever. :::sigh::: Fate works in mysterious ways sometimes. But hey at least I've accomplished most if not all of my summer resolutions. |
| August 24, 2001 9:15 p.m. |
| Wow, I feel really old this week. I've been working...like I have my own desk and my own phone line and my own computer and my own coffee mug and it's just scary and aging. Like, I have responsibility and stuff... I really like my job, it's just been overwhelming, trying to get adjusted to a daytime routine and have time for a social life, too. Although apparently this is reunion week because I've enjoyed meals with Rebecca, Irina, Tina, Christy, Mike, Eric, and Jessica. I always eat with Trom, so that's nothing out of the ordinary. After all, we are married...or something like that...yet another creepy, growing-up aspect of my life. Sigh... Anyhoo, life is...I don't know, disturbingly normal. I'm just really freakin' tired. I suppose I'll write more when I actually have something remotely interesting to say. Until then, as Joe says, "enjoy all the syrup life gives you for your waffles, and may your dogs be sassy and fat." But not as fat as Frank...hell, I don't think it's possible for a dog to be as fat as my tubbalicious red head. |
| August 28, 2001 11:31 pm |
| Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage... Wow...working full time really sucks. Not to the degree that having 8 hours of classes and hundreds of pages of bullshit to write sucked...oh wait, I still have hundreds of pages of bullshit to write for "Thelma the Thesis" as Ryan has named it. I worked until 7pm tonight because people can't seem to be on time for appointments...heh...isn't that the cot calling the peddle blue. There still isn't anything to write, but if I weren't working on this, I would be doing something really evil like working on my internet class assignment or fighting with the load of bull that "Thelma" has become. Still poor, still not getting paid for like another MONTH...tired of borrowing money from my parents...there is little that I hate more...except maybe needles...and urinalysis... Took the polygraph yesterday...that was fun. "Have you ever--" "No." "Well, how about--" "No." "Is it possible that you could be pregnant?" "HA!..." Although I hear there are rumors to the contrary. As Ryan so eloquently put it: Trinity Prep Forensics--feeding the rumor mill since 1985. The more things change... |
| September 4, 2001 11:48 pm |
| Happy Momma's Birthday!! Man...the stress is just unbelievable...and it's only Tuesday. By Friday morning I should have no hair left, and if I do it will all be grey. Re-did the index page, if you didn't notice. Much better now than the same poem that's been up for...oh...6 months. Almost at 1000 hits, that will be a happy day. I'm gonna go make Joe my guinea pig now...mahahahahw... Yeah, yeah, get your minds out of the gutter. |