"That Particular Month was harder than you'd believe, but I still left"
Monday, Mar. 11, 2002 16:27

Whew! I'm tired! I think I just reached my peak. I was having a particularly happy and energetic day, and then *poof* all of a sudden all of this tiredness. Eek! I was supposed to be working right now, but it didn't quite work out. I went to the train station with Beck, so she could pick up the tickets for her trip home tomorrow, and when I got back, the powers that be were in a meeting, and I could not enter the office. Icky poo! So, I'm not working. Perhaps I will go in a little later? Probably not. My intentions are good, but that's about it! oops!

Work this morning went really fast because I was talking to Jeff for quite a while. He distracted me. And that is always a good thing when you're talking about work. Work can be so boring.

I am finding myself sounding like a mixture of people here. It's odd, the way that people rub off on each other.

Just finished reading Linda's most recent blogging. I'm not really read to give that up. But then again, I may never be. Did I mention the email she sent me? Doesn't matter, it's my diary and I'm going to talk about what comes into my mind. It was a shitty piece of work, I must say. I knew I was going to be in for some bitching eventually. But it wasn't as bad as I thought. She didn't really get to me, mainly because she presumes to understand what is going on when in actuality, she has no idea. And also because of something I said a while ago. I simply do not believe her. There are some things I do believe. But way too many that I don't. ooh, now I remember. I didn't mention the email in here because I didn't want her to read it and think she was having some effect on me. I didn't want to give her the satisfaction. But clearly she is having an effect, and clearly it doesn't matter whether she knows it or not. This isn't to spite her. That's not the point. I'm not mad at her. I'm just concerned about myself. And yes, my diary, my thoughts, my perogative.

hmmph!

That's kind of what it feels like. Like this stubborn little girl that is telling her parents that she's going to do it her way.

Readers are not parents.

I actually wrote a lot for me yesterday. I took up a lot of pages in my journal. And, in fact, my journal is almost full- yet another thing I must purchase over break. Yuck! It's too much. I have too much shopping to do!

I feel like I shouldn't even be writing, like I should just click the "x" at the top and close this.

Yay! It's my favorite Alanis song! :-D

Perhaps more thoughts shall surface later.