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Wednesday, 21 March 2007

  • Blah

    I never blog on here.  I just feel pressured and uninspired to post to the main blog.  Sometimes it gets ridiculous.

    I'm being a bad student and skipping both my classes today.  I just don't feel like doing anything.  This lethargy always hit me halfway through the semester.  We're a bit past midterm and here I am missing class already.  Ms. Chavez is going to have a fit.  She says all you have to do is call and it will be alright, but the thing is.... I just don't feel like going.  And it's not like I should call and lie about what I'm doing... I could say my car won't start or I have something to take care of but then what if she keeps asking questions and I have to lie more?  I hate that.  Anyways I paid for the class so I can miss a class if I want to.

    Geez, I have a really bad attitude.  I think it's because it's raining and I'm still in my pajamas and I'm sitting in front of the computer for the third consecutive hour with a backache and and an empty stomach.

    Why can't I be this person on my other blog?  Because I know nobody really reads this one and I don't want a ton of sympathetic crap from everyone.  I don't want a kick in the ass, either.  I just want to get it out there. 

    Maybe I'll feel better if I take a shower. 

    I hope I'm not letting anyone down but myself....

Sunday, 28 January 2007

  • I Have a Blog

    I think something in me likes making posts about boring stuff like my feelings, but now I have too many readers on my other blog that they will get all nervous if I talk about my feelings a lot.  Which is one of the things that made my blog so great in the beginning.

    It's funny, in one of my classes the other day the prof had us each name something we do in our spare time, something that will help us avoid burnout.  When it came to me, I said "I like to write".  She said "In what, a journal?" I said, "I have a blog".  Murmers and snickers abound....

    Some secret part of me wants everyone to read my blog.  But then I'd have nothing to write about, cuz sometimes I complain about people in my blog.  I even wondered if the prof might Google my name and find my blog and read all the way back to that one time I said I didn't like her. 

    But I didn't back then, and I do now...now that I've had her three semesters in a row I think she is great.  She helps us enjoy the material.  She's unique in an endearing way, she knows how to connect with her students. I really mean it -- I'm not just writing this so that in case she finds this she doesn't fail me!

    But no, Tom and I are not getting married anymore.  It's just not the right time for either of us.  I wish I wouldn't have jumped the gun and said anything.  That was silly....I still love him, we are just trying to better ourselves before we take the next step...

    I'm working the shortest shift on the planet today...from 2-5.  It will get me out of the house, at least.  Cuz I have to go to the grocery store to get some garlic bread.

    Hey Shana, did I tell you I got some couscous from the store?  I was a little miffed at the checkout cuz the shelf said they were 99 cents but they rang up at $2.39... anyways I got a lentil one and a curry one.  Haven't made them yet....haven't been home to make anything!

    well ttfn

Sunday, 07 January 2007

  • Hi

    Hmmm. So, I just made this new Xanga so I could share recipes and other domestic-ey stuff.  Like bridal crap and other stuff that most people don't care about unless they make a conscious effort to.  Stuff that would make my regular readers snooze.  (bananza80)

    But you, you're different, you care!

    Welcome!

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