Monday, October 17, 2005
Shoot Me
I used to live in the delusion that if work can’t go right at least school can. Naivety. My Spanish professor basically accused me of cheating on my Spanish essay. He didn’t go as far as give me a zero but hey who knows? A lot can happen between tonight and Wednesday. The one thing I get right in the semester was this paper in which I spent two hours writing 13 lines. Today is just one of those days and now those days seem to be multiplying. Since he knows my girlfriend is a Spanish major and he pigeonholes me into this idea of a mediocre student, he thinks I didn’t write this paper myself. Now I have to submit my rough drafts to him before I can submit final papers. I would complain some more but I have a feeling I should wait for the intruder who is going anally butt rape me tonight to mention that he forgot his KY Jelly but at least my girlfriend forgot to take the keys out of front door (like she so frequently does) that way he got this chance to so kindly partake in my virgin ass. At least then I‘d have something to complain about. I work 40 hours a week for bosses that don’t have a clue what they want from their work force. Their idea of motivation is fear tactics, rigidy, and excuses. I could accomplish 50 more things in a day and they would still ask me what I was doing with my time. Then I write a paper I’m proud of and my teacher questions my integrity. So, now I’m going to have to spend the time I already don’t have making multiple drafts to prove my legitimacy. There’s no bastion for this downward spiral…just work more hours which frustrates the artist side of me (not to mentions I couldn’t even figure out a simple Dillinger 4 chord progression in the 20 minutes I allowed myself to practice guitar tonight.) I then stay up late not getting anything accomplished. I then suck at work. I then lose all time and drive to study. My art, my school and my work suffer. I don’t have one friend one person I can just say hey let’s grab a beer and vent. I guess if I did I wouldn’t have time for him anyway. I need to get some sleep before I shoot myself. Life sucks.
I used to live in the delusion that if work can’t go right at least school can. Naivety. My Spanish professor basically accused me of cheating on my Spanish essay. He didn’t go as far as give me a zero but hey who knows? A lot can happen between tonight and Wednesday. The one thing I get right in the semester was this paper in which I spent two hours writing 13 lines. Today is just one of those days and now those days seem to be multiplying. Since he knows my girlfriend is a Spanish major and he pigeonholes me into this idea of a mediocre student, he thinks I didn’t write this paper myself. Now I have to submit my rough drafts to him before I can submit final papers. I would complain some more but I have a feeling I should wait for the intruder who is going anally butt rape me tonight to mention that he forgot his KY Jelly but at least my girlfriend forgot to take the keys out of front door (like she so frequently does) that way he got this chance to so kindly partake in my virgin ass. At least then I‘d have something to complain about. I work 40 hours a week for bosses that don’t have a clue what they want from their work force. Their idea of motivation is fear tactics, rigidy, and excuses. I could accomplish 50 more things in a day and they would still ask me what I was doing with my time. Then I write a paper I’m proud of and my teacher questions my integrity. So, now I’m going to have to spend the time I already don’t have making multiple drafts to prove my legitimacy. There’s no bastion for this downward spiral…just work more hours which frustrates the artist side of me (not to mentions I couldn’t even figure out a simple Dillinger 4 chord progression in the 20 minutes I allowed myself to practice guitar tonight.) I then stay up late not getting anything accomplished. I then suck at work. I then lose all time and drive to study. My art, my school and my work suffer. I don’t have one friend one person I can just say hey let’s grab a beer and vent. I guess if I did I wouldn’t have time for him anyway. I need to get some sleep before I shoot myself. Life sucks.
# posted by Nick D @ 9:41 PM 
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My God, I just read this post and I swear I'm living your yesterday today. Arrgh! Well, I'm not a student and I don't play guitar, but my work day is hell and it's been inferred that I drop the ball on something I never had to begin with. On top of which, I've had not one but two supervisors get onto me about putting three lousy overtime hours on my timecard last week. There's more but I have to get back to the race I'm running today.
I hope your today was better than yesterday and my tomorrow is better than today. All best.
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I hope your today was better than yesterday and my tomorrow is better than today. All best.
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