I am on a mission to type out chapter 7 of Dry My Tears. I thought I might have a good chance at getting it done tonight.

hahahahaa

I've been going for about an hour. Done 600 words, about 2 and a half pages? I was like, 'Hokay! Awesome! How many do I have left? Two or three pages, right?'

Guess how many pages I have to go? 5? 7?

oh no...

TWENTY FUCKING FOUR!

24!!!!

This is going to take me weeks! HOW THE HELL DID I WRITE A CHAPTER THIS LONG!?!? How did I forget I'd written a chapter this long????? It's going to be like, 7,000 words all up. *cries* I'm just going to have to allocate an hour a day to typing it up otherwise it's never going to get done. SIGH, I say, SIGH!

I'm going to have to post a drabble in the mean time. Even I can't deal with not posting for this long. Guh.



I spent over an hour today working on my course-list for the next two years of uni. @_@ I do this every year because I keep changing my Planz, but this time I think I've got it pretty sorted. If I pass my papers well this semester, I'm aiming for a double-major in Anthropology and English (we'll see if I hate all the creative writing papers I'm planning on taking or not... or if I get in at all, most require portfolios >_>). Everything's a bit messed up because I started Anth a semester late, and because I'm trying to decrease my per-semester workload so I stop failing things all over the place, but adding the English major helps to even things out. Luckily I can get away with a lowered workload because I take summer papers. I think my boss might want me to work more over the summer, but she can keeeep dreamin', coz otherwise I can't shove an extra major in half-way through my degree >_>

So! I've got some seriously colour-coded wackiness going on in my diary, but I think it might be under control. Phew.

Oh, and on a totally random note, my Area Manager wants to have a training-thing with all the Christchurch part-timers. Monday Tuesday Wednesday for three hours each evening in THE LAST WEEK OF SEMESTER! HAH! What a fucking JOKE. NO WAY am I going to that. She can just fucking DEAL. When the other part-timer at my branch read that email he was like, "Hah, yeah right!" consider for a bit that oh, ALL the part-timers are at uni or polytech? Yeah, NO. FAIL. And she even had the tenacity to be like, 'this is the best we could arrange because of your uni-schedules' as if it's OUR problem for DARING to be busy with things other than our minimum-wage job. *hisses* When, actually, the only reason we're having the training is because she's up here anyway for other work, not like, that she's deliberately put time aside for our sakes, no, it's just what suits her personally. HAH. I'm actually going to email her and be like, "Just, don't be ridiculous." It's THIS kind of thing which makes me pissed off that I get paid minimum wage. I mean, I can deal with the pay, I'm glad I have a job, and a job where I can have self-respect, but if you want me to consistently go the extra mile for you, then you gotta give me some LOVE, bitch!

To put that in perspective, I already know that those 9 hours of extra 'work' that they want me to give from the rest of my life, I will not, in any way at all, get paid for. So yeah, fuck you, bitch, I am not contracted for that and I don't have to be there. Suck it up.

/Peeji being pissed off. >_>

Oh, and I got given a whole cake of chocolate today, and I've already eaten like, half of it. HAHAHA! erk. *puts away so she can pretend it doesn't exist* Right! Onward and upward!