November 27th, 2001


Stressed and depressed

Man, I'd like to crawl out of this cave I inhabit. Believe it or not, I don't enjoy being depressed, and I don't like moping around. I don't even really like writing about it. It makes me sound like every other pretentious preteen with "angst" that you find when you hit the "random" button.

Either I snap out of this, or I have to go out and spend a fortune on black clothing.
  • Current Music
    "Closer" -- Nine Inch Nails


Off to give my class presentation. It's not my best ever, but I think it's pretty good -- at least, I hope so, since Brownley's my favorite prof.

But it will go well, because I'm wearing my new clunky black shoes and they kick ass. Make me want to kick some ass, in fact... I really wanted the Skechers boots, but got these shoes instead. But for Christmas I'm getting some sex-kitten high-heeled zip-up black boots... Watch out, world.
  • Current Music
    "Hey Jealousy" -- Gin Blossoms

The good, the bad, and the funky

The good: I'm in a good mood. This is so strange that I can't even begin to describe it. I feel calm, relaxed, and not in the mood to mercilessly slam on myself.

The presentation went well, Brownley liked it, and she gave me an A on my paper. (The other paper I got back today... well, we just won't talk about that paper right now.)

I'm calm, I'm cool, I'm collected. And my landlords' cats love me. Sam came to see me this morning and conked out on the bed... it's really funny to see the twelve-pound cat completely relaxed and unaware that he's rolled over so far that he's about to fall off the bed... (Don't worry. I rescued him. I'm nice that way.)

The bad: I've got another class presentation tomorrow that I haven't done squat on. And papers I haven't graded and really have no interest in grading. It's going to be a late night for the Kellinator.

And I'm quite behind in most of my classes.

The funky: That dance that Aquaman does. If you watch Adult Swim, you know what I'm talkin' about.
  • Current Music
    "Don't Trust Whitey" -- James Kolchaka