Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Just wanted to take a moment to complain. Signs everywhere in the computer lab, hundreds of them, saying NO CELL PHONES! Does it work? No. Every retard on the planet has eternal conversations anyway. Some little thang over there being all cutsie-poo with her boyfriend. Lord spare me! I hope my laptop gets here soon. So sick of computer labs ... the patrons AND the fucktard IT people too.

posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 5:29 PM 2 comments

Monday, February 20, 2006

Some bitch pissed me off in writing class. Awright, when your story is being critiqued, you're not supposed to say anything, right? You're not supposed to get defensive. Well, I had what I said was a "tiny quibble," where Carol, the bitch in question, had written "His cell phone rang. It was his dick-head boss." I mentioned that it would be better to take the hyphen out of "dickhead," because it stopped the flow of my reading. That's when Carol said shittily, "I guess I just don't know how to spell dickhead." I tried to be cool and not show my feelings but in my peripheral vision, which is excellent, by the way, I could see Carol giving me the hairy eyeball for the rest of class. You know that she's going to look for ways to tear my shit up whenever I submit a story. Why are people such fuckheads?

I need to start going to the gym again, because at least I know that she's a fat trog and I'm not.

"Chasing the blinking cursor." Cute saying!

posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 5:32 PM 2 comments

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Won a doll on eBay and she still hasn't shown up. Why is it that the things you want most anxiously take the longest to get there? So I sent a note to the seller, asking what's up. She said she's had migraines and that she mailed it on Saturday, so that's okay. Since she wrote back such a nice note, I can't be mad anymore. Especially when I am terrible about getting purchases to the post office myself.

That Eric guy at the knitting group. I keep getting the feeling that he's interested in me. Well, I thought that maybe I'd call him or something, ask him to a bargain movie and coffee, something really low-key and casual. But now I don't know if I will. I mean, I really would love a companion and a friend, but I've come to like my solitude, almost. Well, usually. Sometimes. But today I got a call from the nurse-practitioner at the clinic where I had my annual "wellness exam," and she was saying that my pap smear was abnormal. I'm going in this Friday for a HPV test. Oh gawd. What if I have that. There's no cure. It seems that conjugal bliss is out of the question for me; it seems that if I enjoy sex, I'm punished for it.

posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 6:10 PM 0 comments

Sunday, February 12, 2006




You Are Independent Sexy



You drive men crazy with your "playing hard to get act"

Except, it's really not an act at all.

You're a strong, sexy woman with her own life and interests.

And that makes men even more interested in you!

What Kind of Sexy Are You?

Um, yeah, except that men think "hard to get" is uninterested -- and uninteresting. And men don't pay attention to women who don't go all out to attract said attention. Like that girl with her date at the aquarium who was wearing boots with stilletto heels six inches high. I pointed her out to my brother, saying, "How can she walk in those?" and "You don't go for that kind of thing, do you?" He goes, "Hell yeah! She looks good!" *insert snort of disgust here*

posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 7:20 PM 0 comments

I've been quiet lately. It seems that [holy crap I'm thirsty] if I'm engaged in any kind of creative activity, that's all I can focus on, and right now that's ceramics. And knitting. Oh, and today I took a basic jewelry-making class at Michael's. As soon as my computer gets here, I need to start selling on eBay again. It's my job, after all, and I've spent all my loan money, natch. What does "natch" mean? Oh.

So, uh, last Monday I missed creative writing class 'cause of cramps. Wish I didn't. Since it meets only once a week, one missed class is a lot. I'm nervous about the writing class; he doesn't want anything autobiographical. I don't think I've ever made anything up from scratch. Eeee. Uhhhhh. Not sure I even know how to do it. A coupla weeks ago we read aloud a short story about a teenaged guy and his sister's Barbie. Holy crap, it was so profane it made me bark laughter. I'll have to go look up the title and author so that if you're interested you can look it up.

Anyway, my feelings of inadequacy are rising in regards to this fiction class. That usually spells doom for me. Lower your standards and plow forward, is what I'm trying to tell myself.

posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 6:28 PM 0 comments

Thursday, February 02, 2006

There I was, saying that I'm glad that I can say whatever the hell I want in my blog, when that's not altogether true. In one of the oneline groups I belong to, there's this one character who thinks the world rotates around her, that she's the definitive expert on that particular subject, that others try to encroach upon her domain, and who thinks that everyone is plotting against her and gossiping about her behind her back. In other words, a grossly oversized sense of importance. She sometimes gets on my nerves. Hijacks the group to whine about how someone's done her wrong. Whatever.

posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 8:02 PM 1 comments

Holy crap, I did it. I ordered a notebook from Apple. They don't call them notebooks, but you know. I got the one with the Intel chip. Through the university I get a slight discount, which is cool. Anyway, I'm looking forward to doing my schtuff from home again. The reason I bought the damn thing is because I couldn't do my internet algebra class without being able to download some crap to a personal computer. Now WHY didn't those buggers mention that in the syllabus? Huh?

But again, looking forward to computing from bed. This is my first laptop, my first Apple too. You know what year I bought my present PC? 1997. Yep. You read it right. The school has a program where people can donate their old computers; I need to find out about that.

Oh, I'd better get to selling crap on eBay. Lotsa crap.

Crap, stuff. Crap, stuff. Not very articulate today, are we.

Other than that, not much going on. I'm tired. Ceramics class is going well. Newpeep out.

posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 3:26 PM 2 comments

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