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Jun. 1st, 2006 09:34 pmSee what I did there? Oh gods, tired.
Have so much to do today yet and why does every bank hate me?!?
Have been to a total of 3 ATMs of 2 different banks and have tried 2 different bank cards and the ATMs are either having tecnical difficulties (one bank) or just plain refuse to do anything for me.
I neeeeeeed money. Seriously. Like, to keep a roof on my head. I seriously need to get cash out tomorrow, 'cause it'll be the 2nd of June and damn does my landlord get peeved if he has to drive 40 minutes (not hours, but from the way he whines about it, you'd think it was the Guerilla-Warfare highway) and doesn't get cash to show for it.
I was also planning on folding my laundry, the one I hastily put away this morning, but its still humid. Gah!
And then there's the hungry mouth to feed (mine), the body to exercise (also mine) and the brother (sometimes mine) to call.
Sweet fucking god.
Exam went alright. The reading section had evil questions, like "the article definately said this was true" when what the article said was "well, we sorta imply this might happen". The listening was hell, although one bit was an interview with Picasso's a) granddaughter, b) daughter of his second son or c) daughter of his illegitimate son. The written bit was a letter to the editor about an article promoting television's role to be purely entertainment, and zero information ("to hell with that" was my response, frenchified) and a story starting with the phrase, "That was the first time I saw it/him, and unfortunately the last." I wrote a fictional account of riding on my bicycle to the lake for a picnic ("pique-nique") and seeing a swan sleeping on the edge of the river. I then proceed to admire the swam until it goes away. End of glamorous essay.
Tomorrow oral exam then, if I have cash and juggle the times right, I'll go see X-Men (not dubbed, thankyouverymuch).
Have so much to do today yet and why does every bank hate me?!?
Have been to a total of 3 ATMs of 2 different banks and have tried 2 different bank cards and the ATMs are either having tecnical difficulties (one bank) or just plain refuse to do anything for me.
I neeeeeeed money. Seriously. Like, to keep a roof on my head. I seriously need to get cash out tomorrow, 'cause it'll be the 2nd of June and damn does my landlord get peeved if he has to drive 40 minutes (not hours, but from the way he whines about it, you'd think it was the Guerilla-Warfare highway) and doesn't get cash to show for it.
I was also planning on folding my laundry, the one I hastily put away this morning, but its still humid. Gah!
And then there's the hungry mouth to feed (mine), the body to exercise (also mine) and the brother (sometimes mine) to call.
Sweet fucking god.
Exam went alright. The reading section had evil questions, like "the article definately said this was true" when what the article said was "well, we sorta imply this might happen". The listening was hell, although one bit was an interview with Picasso's a) granddaughter, b) daughter of his second son or c) daughter of his illegitimate son. The written bit was a letter to the editor about an article promoting television's role to be purely entertainment, and zero information ("to hell with that" was my response, frenchified) and a story starting with the phrase, "That was the first time I saw it/him, and unfortunately the last." I wrote a fictional account of riding on my bicycle to the lake for a picnic ("pique-nique") and seeing a swan sleeping on the edge of the river. I then proceed to admire the swam until it goes away. End of glamorous essay.
Tomorrow oral exam then, if I have cash and juggle the times right, I'll go see X-Men (not dubbed, thankyouverymuch).
