||[Sep. 12th, 2010|10:49 pm]
Renegade Necrophile Princess
God, I shouldn't have had that 5-hour-energy shot. :(
So I'm awake. I have to be up at 5:30 tomorrow morning, but instead I am here, wearing my cat across my shoulders, and listening to the dishwasher do it's magical thing. I don't really want to be awake. I don't really want to be asleep, either.
So.. Live journal, it is.
I haven't updated at all, lately. Possibly because I have nothing to really talk about, besides bitching about my horrible visit back to MN, or the amount of blackberries I picked this summer. That, and World of Warcraft. Basically, bullshit people don't really want to read about anyway, as much as I really don't want to think about it.
School's back in. I feel like an overworked hooker, and I've only been there for three days. I'm wondering how well I'll fair this year. Looks like this semester's gonna be about as fun as being ass-fucked by a hot poker. Already one of my instructors has managed to terrify me with the workload he expects out of us lowly students. Doesn't help that I have the class social loafer on my team..
Pipkin might have to unleash the claws, soon.
I don't like being in charge.. but I absolutely love having control. Sometimes I wonder how I put up with this oxymoron, but I've realized it's more that I can't trust anyone to do anything right. If I'm gonna fail, it's going to be because it's my own damn fault. Not because some cuntbag doesn't know how to do proper work. So it looks like I'll be carrying 4 people on my back into an honor roll position.. unless they somehow manage to impress me.
I really would like to be impressed.
I'll stop writing now, before I depress myself, more. Good night, internetland.
Pipkin's Haiku of the Day:
Too much time thinking,
Nothing meaningful to say,
Haiku mojo lost.