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Listening to: 'Let Her Cry' by Hootie and the Blowfish [Cracked Rear View]
Sigh, it's one of those days. There's just too much work to do...so I stayed at home. Yeah I know that doesn't make sense. So sue me. One of the...heck, the only good thing about the PhD is that if I'm not in the mood, I don't have to work. I'll just catch up later, when I feel like it. Which means I'll be working this weekend. Better than sitting at home and moping eh. Heh. Something tells me that's ironic...but it's probably not. The word's been misinterpreted so many times, no one knows what it means any more.
I'm not sure what it was. The dismal flat hunt. The asinine visa extension process. The broken equipment. The incompetence of the fools who are supposed to be fixing said equipment. The conference rejection. Whatever it was, something tripped my 'cope' switch.
I started writing a really angsty poem about not conforming. And then I gave up 'cos it didn't conform to my poetic ideals. There's that pseudo-irony again. Pffft.
You know, this song by Fuel (the one I've named the post after, in case that wasn't immediately obvious) is awesome. Very...'TNL during my A/L years', for lack of a better adjective.
I think I'll go back to plucking my eyebrows now.
Sigh, it's one of those days. There's just too much work to do...so I stayed at home. Yeah I know that doesn't make sense. So sue me. One of the...heck, the only good thing about the PhD is that if I'm not in the mood, I don't have to work. I'll just catch up later, when I feel like it. Which means I'll be working this weekend. Better than sitting at home and moping eh. Heh. Something tells me that's ironic...but it's probably not. The word's been misinterpreted so many times, no one knows what it means any more.
I'm not sure what it was. The dismal flat hunt. The asinine visa extension process. The broken equipment. The incompetence of the fools who are supposed to be fixing said equipment. The conference rejection. Whatever it was, something tripped my 'cope' switch.
I started writing a really angsty poem about not conforming. And then I gave up 'cos it didn't conform to my poetic ideals. There's that pseudo-irony again. Pffft.
You know, this song by Fuel (the one I've named the post after, in case that wasn't immediately obvious) is awesome. Very...'TNL during my A/L years', for lack of a better adjective.
I think I'll go back to plucking my eyebrows now.
Aww. I'm usually a tad hug-o-phobic, but this calls for some e-HUGS! >.<
ReplyDeleteI just woke up from one of those spontaneous naps on the sofa and am still woozy, so I cannot be taunted for this sudden show of affection later on. :P
have some of this - http://www.veryfunnypics.com/pics/misc/images/fuckitol.jpg
ReplyDeletetomorrow is another day.
I feel for you.
ReplyDeleteStudying.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!
Aww Chill Chill Pseudo.
ReplyDeleteBecause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day. =D
Huggles.
Awww! Sometimes you need a day like this to appreciate the other stuff? (Trying some kind of reverse psychology here!)
ReplyDeleteIt will work out and you'll feel better soon honey! *hugs*
Anyone who can appreciate Hootie and the blowfish deserves a beer on me!
ReplyDeleteMak - awww thank you!
ReplyDeleteAnon - That is possibly the best thing I have seen in a long time...thank you!
Sachintha - Hehe thanks :-)
Gadgetgirl - Hehe :D ...yeah you're probably a bit too young to remember the song I referred to no? :P Hugs back :-)
Scrump - True true! Thanks :-)
mp - Haha thanks man :-)