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< there are other worlds than these | posted at 10:26 pm on June 06, 2003 > yes i am at home on a friday night, not at the opening night of the sydney film festival or at a prominent australian singer's new album launch - i do believe the tix for that are still on the noticeboard at work - labouring over (well, the truth of that is debatable, i still haven't started) that three thousand word essay.god bless ten percent leeways, i do not intend this essay to be a word over 2,700. not like i had a ticket to the sff opening anyway, i did for ten minutes then it got brutally snatched away again. and yes i'm all gracious on the surface, but there definitely are those times when i'm sick of being at the bottom of the food chain. and mark today as one. in other news, i almost got hit by a bus today, seriously almost. prompting the drivers to speak to one another (i was running for a bus when i almost got hit by a bus, when i made the bus i wanted to take the other one's window was right next to my bus's, if you get that - see how close i was?) and talk about how lucky the almost-hit-bus was for not actually hitting. i think i have some thing about traffic going on... i did not see that bus at all, much like the not seeing of the other driver in the accident a few weeks ago. hmm. should do something about that. also you all should now mark today as the day of the end of the work infatuation, i feel it's getting too unhealthy for my liking or my productivity. so i hereby proclaim this to be the last mention of it at all - and i give you all permission to cyberslap me in the guestbook if i break my own rule. i can't have this hanging over me while i'm trying to work. so i'm taking action. but he is oh so very cute. i had a crap day today, i felt terrible and insecure, and terribly insecure. plus i got my period. you know how there are those days that you just feel inadequate, no matter what you're doing... today was one of those days for me. they happen too often for my liking. i need to move out of this house. i need to find my own place. i can afford it, too, but not enough to find a place where i can live by myself - i need someone to move out with me. and therein lies the problem. none of my friends can afford it, and i'm too chicken to just up and move out with someone i don't know. i'm in a horribly shitty mood. there are other worlds than these.
i'm back at 12.07am, 294wds into essay those last five |