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Dec. 8th, 2008 06:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
swordmageSigns your day isn't going well.
Despite bringing an umbrella - there is no rain.
The lock on your locker refuses to work. Bolt cutters are your friend.
You finish welding, notice it's already time for your next class (which you skip - not like anything interesting would be covered anyway), and still feel like your project's crap. Also, there is soot all over your nose. You are simply told to look in a mirror before your next class.
Upon getting to work, you're happily attaching images when you realize the entirety of the Texas Mission scans have been eaten. As in, I know I scanned them, but they're not there. At least it's only like 20 cards, but still. Annoying...
I've got Wired and The New Yorker to read, damn it...
Now, to finish at least a working-like copy of my letter of intent (I've given up on it not sounding pleading - but would anyone be willing to read it over).
Just fuck it all.
Despite bringing an umbrella - there is no rain.
The lock on your locker refuses to work. Bolt cutters are your friend.
You finish welding, notice it's already time for your next class (which you skip - not like anything interesting would be covered anyway), and still feel like your project's crap. Also, there is soot all over your nose. You are simply told to look in a mirror before your next class.
Upon getting to work, you're happily attaching images when you realize the entirety of the Texas Mission scans have been eaten. As in, I know I scanned them, but they're not there. At least it's only like 20 cards, but still. Annoying...
I've got Wired and The New Yorker to read, damn it...
Now, to finish at least a working-like copy of my letter of intent (I've given up on it not sounding pleading - but would anyone be willing to read it over).
Just fuck it all.
