Aaaaaaaargh!

Wragh!! Where in the hell did that jar of Loreal Intensive Hair Repair go??? Freakin'-A!!!

*huff huff*

Fine... I'm not gonna ruin my entire night trying to locate a hair product...

I'm gonna ruin my night by... WORKING!!!

Oh foo! Today I go out with my family to have a fun day at the beach. And I was really looking forward to this too, since I haven't been to the sea in 6 years. Can you believe that? A beach in every direction in this country, and a coastline three times longer than that of the United States (or something like that), and I haven't been to the sea. And then what happens? A text from the boss: "Check your e-mail! Absurdley urgent deadline tomorrow!" Aaaaah, crap.

So now, here I am at midnight, just got home, and starting work instead of lying down and relaxing after my day of wading (I don't swim in natural bodies of water), shopping, and eating. Wragh. And now I'm trying to find some piccies of yoda because that's who we have to make icons of this time. And by 4 pm tomorrow. Bah bah bah.

Oh well. It's a living. At least the boss is a nice guy.

Yoikers, and it's enlistment day at school tomorrow!! Okee dokee, right after everything, I think I deserve a nice, fancy, well-trimmed sundae. Oh yeah baby.

Okee, on to work now :P

*peeks behind stack of books and papers on corner shelf*

Oh looky! There's my jar of hair repair! Goody!

Hm. Oh, thought just entered my mind. Seems like someone on Xanga has rubbed two people the wrong way already. I'm not gonna say who. I do agree with the two against, though. I dunno, I just have low tolerance for people who do nothing but feel sorry for themselves and go boo hoo hooing all the freakin' time. Hell tried to cheer her up once but she kept making these excuses to feel sorry for herself. Hell says this, then she goes, "yeah but..." He says that, and she goes, "no, that can't be". Almost like she refuses the help and all she wants is to whine and have people listen to her doing it. He says that things always pick up, good things come to everyone, then she goes, "yes, but never for me". We tried to put up with it, but eventually, it got old. Really really old.

Now what does this have to do with me? Not my bussiness, right? They're the ones fighting (okay, maybe not fighting, just exchanged some heated words on AIM). But I just felt like saying something about it, because I do know someone like that in real life. I tried listening to her and helping her with her problems but she never wanted help, she just wanted someone to listen to her feel sorry about herself. Mean thing to say, I know, but I don't know any other way to put it. Although right now, we're not talking, and I heard that she's mad at me now. But it's an entirely different (long) story, and maybe it's better left to a different blog.

Okay, working working now, really.

Nighty, all. Have a happy :)