bad fur day

I'm at work again. And whining like usual while I am here.

Nancy has like 12 billion paper clips. Is it so darn hard to paper clip the assignments together once they are graded. Or turn them in a different direction than the last assignment.

I am constantly booking along and all of a sudden I have a different assignment for a different lab in a different class mixed in with 20 of the same lab report. It drives me crazy. I just wanna quit, but I know how much Nancy relies on what little work I actually get accomplish in the 6 hours I spend working a week.

It only takes me at the most 1 hour maybe an hour and a half to get through the pile of work she has for me. I check my email, and I update my diary and play with the layout of my blogger. I could get twice as much work done every day if it was more organized and I didn't just putz around.

Nathan rented Conker's Bad Fur Day for Nintendo 64. That game kicks ass. I wanna grow up and be a sniper. Tuesday night I dreamed that I was a sniper frog. There are no frogs in the game but that is what I was while I was dreaming. I splet through my alarm clock for 20 minutes because it just became a part of my dream. It was like the air raid warning siren.

When I finally woke up I thought it was Thursday so I didn't so go work at the Ranger. Oops...they should just fire me or something, but they need the help so they won't.

Space cowboys is a pretty good moive. Nathan rented the DVD, we watched it last night when everyone got tired of playing that crazy video game.

I wouldn't recommend it for young children. They will be afraid of their teddy bears and have nightmares about them chasing after them will guns.