Monday, May 12, 2008

Hello, my name is Gabby and I am really tired.

Despite keeping a sunny disposition for about...six hours I have concluded that this paper is going to be a little harder than I imagined.

In the computer lab I am currently falling asleep due to lack of sleep the night before and I am not even done with my book - which I have to complete a seven-page book review by midnight tonight. Furthermore, there is an Anthropology paper which I have yet to put any effort into concerning this group project and I am about 90% sure that the other girl I am working with is really not in a good mood concerning the situation which I have put her in - namely the situation that she is doing virtually everything concerning our group project.I also have work tonight. If you didn't know already, it is prom season which means there is a preposterous amount of students willing to max out mummy and daddy's money with overpriced tuxedos which virtually have no difference in name or style with one another as well as waste my time. Yes folks, I realize that I am a part-time worker who really doesn't get as many hours as I make it out to be but it really does not help the fact that 30 hours of my life every week is devoted solely to pretending to care about the proper procedure concerning scanning in and out tuxedos and coping with angry mothers concerning the style of vest their son is wearing to the school dance.And really, I see no way of getting those 30 hours a week back.
So pardon me if I seem just a tad bit irritated when I take my time to actually care and ask you how you feel concerning your day and life while you don't seem to give a shit about my own. Because really, truly I don't have time to sit around and listen to you gripe about the latest fling you or your friend is having, or about the next time you will (most likely never) get laid, or about your stupid weekend with the boys - yet I make the time so the least you could do is not assume I am "riding the white pony" and amuse me for just an hour by at least caring about what I have to say.

"Oh, and no - no I do not want to talk about anything concerning my life and how certain people/ persons / deities affect it throughout the years. When I have an hour to myself I like to just sit and take the hour for myself - please understand that it isn't because I don't care, it's because I have a lot on my plate. Maybe some other time."
No, I would never say that - but damn I wish I would.