![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
One Song / From the pretty boy front man / Who wasted opportunity
In affirmation that I know a thing or two about Photoshop, I rock.
Tomorrow I am taking the GREs, and I haven't cracked the study book in a week. Or more. The prospect of failure which I set myself for had me kicking myself for a solid two days. I am not really resigned to the state of things tonight, but after a bike ride - yay endorphins - I am at least not convinced that One Song Glory has deep and immediate personal relevance. (Much.) It's the GREs: worst case scenario, I fail miserably, hate the universe, bake I Hate the Universe cookies and use the last of my Zipcar prepaid time to buy some something frozen, sugary and soy-based, and after cookies and frozen stuff drive up and down the highway singing along to "Bobby McGee" and "Please Don't Leave Me" and "This Ain't a Scene, It's an Arms Race" and every other defiant, sad sad song (I'm only happy when it rains) until I only hate some of the universe. And then I go to work Thursday morning, browbeat people into forming a fall 2009 GRE study group, and take it again in October. I have the money, for once, for the moment. Or I get a decent score and drive the car around town to Goo Goo Dolls and the Pointer Sisters, and bake Sorry For All the Angst cookies over the weekend.
It's time to turn over my work playlists, but I'm running into problems: I already have half of Pink's "Stupid Girls" album in different mixes. So I'll have to branch out a bit. My life is so hard (not really): there is too much awesome music in the world.
I complained about a laundry list of worried well concerns to my doctor at my last appointment, and got a suggestion to exercise more and snack for the blood sugar shakes. So basically, what I was doing my last year of college? Sweet. Except for the part where I was about three times more active in college than I am now: I'm going to have to integrate running or swimming or cycling into every day. This could be hard.
I finally bought my San Francisco plane tickets: in town the evening of the 16th, heading home on a redeye on the 21st. I have guide books, no idea what I'm going to do there, and no idea where I'm staying, other than "not in a high crime area like the Tenderloin." Yay vacation!
Tomorrow I am taking the GREs, and I haven't cracked the study book in a week. Or more. The prospect of failure which I set myself for had me kicking myself for a solid two days. I am not really resigned to the state of things tonight, but after a bike ride - yay endorphins - I am at least not convinced that One Song Glory has deep and immediate personal relevance. (Much.) It's the GREs: worst case scenario, I fail miserably, hate the universe, bake I Hate the Universe cookies and use the last of my Zipcar prepaid time to buy some something frozen, sugary and soy-based, and after cookies and frozen stuff drive up and down the highway singing along to "Bobby McGee" and "Please Don't Leave Me" and "This Ain't a Scene, It's an Arms Race" and every other defiant, sad sad song (I'm only happy when it rains) until I only hate some of the universe. And then I go to work Thursday morning, browbeat people into forming a fall 2009 GRE study group, and take it again in October. I have the money, for once, for the moment. Or I get a decent score and drive the car around town to Goo Goo Dolls and the Pointer Sisters, and bake Sorry For All the Angst cookies over the weekend.
It's time to turn over my work playlists, but I'm running into problems: I already have half of Pink's "Stupid Girls" album in different mixes. So I'll have to branch out a bit. My life is so hard (not really): there is too much awesome music in the world.
I complained about a laundry list of worried well concerns to my doctor at my last appointment, and got a suggestion to exercise more and snack for the blood sugar shakes. So basically, what I was doing my last year of college? Sweet. Except for the part where I was about three times more active in college than I am now: I'm going to have to integrate running or swimming or cycling into every day. This could be hard.
I finally bought my San Francisco plane tickets: in town the evening of the 16th, heading home on a redeye on the 21st. I have guide books, no idea what I'm going to do there, and no idea where I'm staying, other than "not in a high crime area like the Tenderloin." Yay vacation!