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things are much better.


still don't have a job though, and that is a huge annoyance to me, mama, and my bank account.

homesick, worried about money (not to pay for school, I already have loans for that--talking about FOOD), etc. feel very lonely even though I've made friends with everyone I live with and the people in my MA program. maybe it's because I'm sick? so I don't feel like going out and doing stuff with people and end up staying in my room after class, surfing the internet by myself because no one's online during the day because of the fucking six (five, for Liz) hour time difference. need to get a job somewhere because what's in savings won't float me for the whole year and fuck relying on my mom. need to go into town and open up a UK bank account because I'm getting charged international fees out the ass. also need to get a UK sim card/cell phone plan because the international one my dad has me on expires the second week of October.

tl;dr: fuck.

Bought a corset online today.

So I'll let you guys know how that turns out when it gets here.


Also I have no willpower when it comes to sales. $99 down to $38? YOU BET YOUR SWEET ASS I'M GETTING ON THAT TRAIN.

Been on my netbook for the past couple of weeks and have nearly completely forgotten that I'm active on dA. Go me.

(AKA What I Could Not Say Last Thursday)

Listen you little turd. When I tell you to be quiet and focus on your math THAT IS WHAT YOU HAD GODDAM BETTER DO. I am not being paid to be your friend. I am not being paid for you to like me. Hell, I don't CARE if you don't like me.

But you WILL listen to me.

And when I have to tell you at least a dozen times over the course of an hour to be quiet and focus on your math? Buddy, your ass is lucky I didn't give you extra homework packets out of passive-aggressive retaliation. The boy next to you was doing his best and trying to do his math work--you leaning over and exclaiming "That's easy!! But that's so eeeeeaaaaasssssyyyyyyy!!!!!!11!" didn't help and made me want to pop you one. Bouncing on your heels and protesting that an answer was right when I am REQUIRED to check it in the book? And then gloating and going "I told you soooooooo!" when I told you it was? RAGE, KIDDO, YOU WILL SEE IT IF YOU DON'T STFU.

I'm not your mom. I don't love you. You are not my precious little boy. You're someone else's snotty brat I am paid to supervise in a school-like setting.

God, I can't wait to go back to the older kids. Middle/high school I can totally handle, even if I'm entirely unable to explain what they did wrong on their math problems. But they don't need as close watching as the 3-5 graders, so thank God for that.