The Unclean

Have you ever heard the term "The Rule of Threes"?

I'm LIVING IT.

I started out the day waking up earlier than I wanted when Sean left without saying goodbye to me. Turns out, he was just outside trying to light our water heater. Good guy. He couldn't and I went without showering this morning. I feel DISGUSTING. I get so greasy when I don't shower. I sometimes take 2 showers a day because I work hard at the donut shop.

Anyway, my day starts out like that. Then I go to work and stuff there isn't working on the network and I have to start a different project in the middle of the one I'm already doing. It's fine, I go on.
But then I check my bank account to see if I have any money to buy a soda from the break-room. Nope. In fact, the organization who I have my student loan with took out twice the amount I thought it would. Turns out, it takes A WHOLE WEEK to just report that I paid. Note to self, don't forget that you already paid them. UGH. That's what savings accounts are for, I guess.

Then I get home, forgetting about the hot water problem and turn on the kitchen faucet. It pretty much explodes water and pasta sauce all over me. ULTIMATE SAD FACE. I make dinner and, during the course of cooking, I forget that the faucet is a **** and it scares me. In turn, I punch it in the face and now we have to buy a new faucet. ALL THE SWEARS.

Now, dinner has been done for 15 minutes and Sean just came home.
I need a chocolate. and a shower.
love, Ellen

Do you remembah?

the 21st night of September? haha. i love disco. anyway.
do you remember how my printer has trouble printing under pressure? oh, good. because it does. no matter when or what i need to print or how important it is, if i need it, it won't print. so that's.. annoying. 100% annoying. luckily i have some minutes to get it to work. please bless it does. please.

anyway.. good news! spring break is NEXT WEEK! HOORAH! I'm so excited. I'm going home this weekend with Sean so he and my dad can fix his car and me and my mom can do my taxes (woo.. not. but that's fine.) it's going to be nice.

man, i wish this printer would work. what if i unplugged it.. that might do the trick.. nope. boooo. it made that 'i detect something being plugged in!' noise.. but my ipod didn't even show up. whatever. maybe i'll restart my computer?

OH! That devil. that stupid stupid printer devil. right as soon as all hope is lost, it prints. devil. and multiple copies. whatever. it's fine.

also, i proclaim that Katy Perry is my not-so-secret guilty pleasure. true story.

hahahhahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. anyway.
also, i felt i should include this because of the title.

awesome. go have yourself a dance-party. i'm going to go turn in this paper.
love, ellen

"you know what sucks...?"

everything. here's me re-posting this picture of this very quote from scott pilgrim v. the world:

here's the reasons why:
1. (yes, more than one significant reason) got a speeding ticket on my way home.
2. lost my scholarship.
3. my first day back to school on monday, i will be working approx. 8 hours before class.

of course, the last one i succumbed to because my boss asked me and i have to help train 4 noobs that same morn so it was by my own free will, basically.. but still.

you cannot imagine the crap i'm feeling. it kinda makes me wanna shout things like "Dear world, why do you have to hate me so much today?" mixed with some swear words. it kinda makes me wish the end of the world was within 5 to 14 days... then everything would be fine aside from the mortal well-being of the entire planet, of course.

golly gee.. i'm going to bed. my flatmates have friends over and it's 2 in the morning. i guess it's okay. i just really really hope i can go to sleep.

is it weird if i ask ya'll to keep me in your prayers? do people ask that? don't see it as me forcing you into prayer or anything, but it would be nice to have a little virtual hug right now. but if you're not down with that, just give me a mental high-five or something. you know i would for you probably.

okay. that's all. good night.