GeekerJ0y

I read every day. It’s almost a compulsive thing. The problem is…I’m reading fanfiction. I can’t even tell people about the good stories I’ve seen because it’s embarrassing. Half my time is spent holed away reading this junk and I’m mortified to admit it to anyone I associate with. Which means I keep on neglecting anything except the basic duties of life because I’m trapped in a fantasy world and have no one to help me out. :(

ARGGGGHHHHHH!

When I chose to take a class that ended in October I only thought about how much time I’d have on my hands afterwards.
Now, I can’t stand the two hour classes, the very tedious projects, and the excellerated pace. I still have no clue how to do excel and we’re supposed to be starting access tomorrow. If I pass this class then I can put it on a resume…I just won’t have any of the skills.

I am designating tomorrow as the day I once again go through my clothes and donate anything I don’t like wearing. I’m terrible about tossing my clothes on the floor and when laundry day rolls around it looks like my closet exploded. I figure if I don’t have as many clothes then I won’t have as much mess…