summary of suckage
Jun. 6th, 2002 04:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thejunipertreeFriday: get up early, head to post office for shipping of eBay shizzat, run around with the Engineer doing Engineer things, Jim Rose Sideshow at 9pm.
Saturday: get up early for trip to New Hope where I can't spend any goddamn money because I am one broke bitch.
Sunday: stupid christening for my cousin's new baby that I don't really wish to attend but have to because my mother RSVP'ed for me.
On top of this, today I am bored as FUCK. Literally, bored to tears. I cried, yes I did. Out of sheer boredom and loneliness. This is a new thing for me. I'm so used to being around people during my day, even if they're people I don't necessarily care for, they're still company. I asked Wee Ninja if she'd hang out, but she was loathe to leave her apartment. I asked Newt if she'd hang out, but she's doing g33k shit and then going to hang out with her boyfriend. So. I cried.
I hate being unemployed.
Then, whilst talking with Thee Pumpkin Girl on AIM, she invites me to the CreepCon in Baltimore this weekend with Heb and the Zombie King. They're leaving tomorrow. FUCKING A!1!~! GODDDAMNIT! I can't go because of all of my other prior obligations. I'd skip out on everything, except Jim Rose. Despite the fact that skipping out on New Hope would have me drawn and quartered by the Engineer and everyone else from the witchy group because of how much I complained about the last New Hope trip being cancelled due to rain.
Hmph.
They also had invited me weeks and weeks ago to attend C8 with them. But, I declined because of money reasons. I keep getting all these oppurtunities to hang out with my old crew and I keep having to turn them down. Thee Pumpkin Girl and I talked about C8 today with me sending her links to pictures and asking "Did you meet this person? How about this person?" to see if she met anyone I knew. It made me horribly sad because I wished I could have been with them. Not because I wanted to truly attend C8, but because I wanted to see my fucking friends. My Philly peoples and the net peeps that I know.
I'm going to snap out.
Saturday: get up early for trip to New Hope where I can't spend any goddamn money because I am one broke bitch.
Sunday: stupid christening for my cousin's new baby that I don't really wish to attend but have to because my mother RSVP'ed for me.
On top of this, today I am bored as FUCK. Literally, bored to tears. I cried, yes I did. Out of sheer boredom and loneliness. This is a new thing for me. I'm so used to being around people during my day, even if they're people I don't necessarily care for, they're still company. I asked Wee Ninja if she'd hang out, but she was loathe to leave her apartment. I asked Newt if she'd hang out, but she's doing g33k shit and then going to hang out with her boyfriend. So. I cried.
I hate being unemployed.
Then, whilst talking with Thee Pumpkin Girl on AIM, she invites me to the CreepCon in Baltimore this weekend with Heb and the Zombie King. They're leaving tomorrow. FUCKING A!1!~! GODDDAMNIT! I can't go because of all of my other prior obligations. I'd skip out on everything, except Jim Rose. Despite the fact that skipping out on New Hope would have me drawn and quartered by the Engineer and everyone else from the witchy group because of how much I complained about the last New Hope trip being cancelled due to rain.
Hmph.
They also had invited me weeks and weeks ago to attend C8 with them. But, I declined because of money reasons. I keep getting all these oppurtunities to hang out with my old crew and I keep having to turn them down. Thee Pumpkin Girl and I talked about C8 today with me sending her links to pictures and asking "Did you meet this person? How about this person?" to see if she met anyone I knew. It made me horribly sad because I wished I could have been with them. Not because I wanted to truly attend C8, but because I wanted to see my fucking friends. My Philly peoples and the net peeps that I know.
I'm going to snap out.
