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May 8th, 2007
10:29 am
I think I made straight Bs. So far in Biology and Sociology anyway. Literature and Public Speaking haven't gone through yet.
I ought to decide on classes for Fall but I don't know.
( Read more... )
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Current Music: you had time - ani
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March 19th, 2007
07:04 am
It's hard sometimes to look at myself in the mirror. 'Cause I keep doing this fucked-up shit. I keep breaking things I've helped make fragile.
I guess you learn from things like this. I keep saying there's no next one. So far so good.
Have to drop the rest of her things off today - she'll never see me again.
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March 12th, 2007
01:56 pm
( Yeah, so about that )
My brain is too fried to pretend to write well.
So there's this girl...
god.
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March 5th, 2007
06:50 am
Colleen's bringing the rest of my stuff to class tonight and I've got a few more of her things. She said, really-really, she doesn't want to see me again after this. Unless we have some chance encounter of the awkward kind.
I have to be at work in a few minutes, but Jess is still in bed. It's cute. Actually.
Also, I find myself stalling on actually admitting maybe I don't want to be an English professor because... do I really care that much about it? Sure, I love writing. Do I love grading another person's sloppily put-together work? Or having "responsibility" and all?
So I'm still thinking maybe switch to social work and take the administrative route. Because while I'd love to have a hundred young adults pay enormous amounts of money (and be in debt for the greater part of their struggling lives) in order to sit quietly in front of me, listen to me yammer expertly, and then take notes on what I said, I'd prefer to just be a boss. It's more my style.
"Hey, you did this wrong" or "Hey, do this now else you're fired"
I don't know.
I figure I can worry about it later. My AA isn't going to be too far a stretch from what I'd need in social work and I already have most of the credits anyway from high school.
But, yeah, work beckons with its grease-covered hands.
I think I'm finishing stock cycle counting today. Didn't I do that all yesterday? I assumed a bit more prestige would be involved in being the inventory manager, but no.
Then again, free breakfast.
Shit - someone remind me I have a research paper due tomorrow - and give me a topic so I can start.
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February 12th, 2007
09:10 am
This is me being a fucktard for not posting in forever.
Shit. What happened since January??
I broke up with Colleen and now she 1) never wants to see me again and 2) still wants to be with me, so I'm not sure really what's going on there. I'd really like it to all be okay again but I'm a jerk so that's probably going to be difficult at best.
AutoZone has me in a red shirt still but they keep training me as manager, so is this a carrot on a string dangled in front of my willing, over-zealous ambition, or maybe they're going to really give me nine dollars an hour and benefits?...
School: I'm not being as productive as I could be, hence me now on the computer blogging to myself, haha. 8:00 Sociology class and I just bought the book last week and no, I haven't even read it yet. 9:25 Speech class but I dropped my last topic 'cause it's a demonstrative speech and I can't actually do the thing my topic is on. Hm. 12:15 Literature class owns my soul. I love that professor so much. She and I talk over everyone's heads because apparently there are only about thinking individuals in there (including yours truly) and it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy that HA they're stupid and I'm slightly less stupid! HA!
...
I guess I'm gonna go get a shower now. So...
Right. More later.
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January 23rd, 2007
06:30 pm - 24 days late?
I’m stumble stuck and stutter struck
Lean against the wall
My vision dances
sugar plums
fairy tales and all
Champagne kisses
tell the world
how I truly feel
I’m scared I’m scared
I’m scared of you
Happy New Year
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December 14th, 2006
10:54 pm
I wanna take you there with me
Wherever I go will you be waiting?
I don’t want it to hurt you anymore
This hostility
And the memories
Of everything before
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December 9th, 2006
10:19 pm
I don't know why exactly I'm such a jerk, but I guess shit happens. Still, girls randomly crying because of things I say/didn't say and do/don't do... it's trippy.
Christmas Party after work tomorrow. Guess who's flyin' solo.
Guess who's about three seconds away from ass-kickage? Yeah, so I'll join my ladies in the movie-watching room. Or else.
Doom.
Seth is so hot.
(Had to add that. Never know when he's reading. He's like Santa. Knows when you're asleep... so hot.)
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December 8th, 2006
11:26 pm
Christmas is around the corner. Guess how much I suck at buying people stuff.
You haven't started the shopping either? Oh, that makes me feel better about my blatant procrastination.
Actually, I got paid today and I seventy dollars died an hour after cashing my check. (I have two-fifty left.) I have decided it is imperative for me to drive my ass down to David's in Foley and get some shit done and then go do shit with my new shit. (I'll post the pictures.) Merry Christmas, Mrs. Claus.
I have been so bad at work today. I think I scared the new girl.
Oh, and Autozone wants to set up an appointment for an interview Monday, hurrah.
I miss Seth like all hell. And more. I cry.
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