Tired. But clean! I love the freshly showered feeling- how soft and fragrant my skin is, the aromatic smell of my still-damp hair, the whole not smelling like hobo-ass thing.
Right. All I did today was work, watch Arrested Development, and hear, for the second day in a row, that my job is not good enough, and that I need to be making more money. (While I won't argue the more money thing, and I can't really even argue the whole job thing, it is literally a main aspect of every single conversation I have with my parents, whether or not I bring up work, or money, or not. It's getting old, and I realize that I need a better job, but now's not the best time. I need to put some time in at one job for a while, because I bounced around so much last year. That doesn't look good.)
Damn. How hard is it to make a commodity of yourself? That is to say, how can I earn money doing almost nothing? Oh fuck it, I'm going back to school and getting a degree in ANYFUCKINGTHING. I am a smart cookie, and I think that my poor school track record has tarnished the way prospective employers may see me. Why do I care? I don't know. It really doesn't matter, as long as you can smooth talk your way through life, which I most certainly cannot.
As nice a sentence as I occasionally throw together, I am a wreck when it comes to human interraction. I'm really only comfortable talking to people I know, and even then, I can get flustered. This is going in a bad, self-pitying direction. Yes, I have slight social anxiety, yes, I need to learn to deal with it, no, I won't try prescription drugs again.
Woke up this morning with what may have been a migrane. Yikes? Does this mean I can get glasses? PRETTY PLEASE? How lame is that? I used to want braces, too! I thought they were the bees knees, and was jealous of my friend with headgear. Odd.
I'm going to bed now. I have a delightfully short day ahead of me. (One of my favorite coworkers is leaving us after this week! BOO! GAZPACHO!)
Right. All I did today was work, watch Arrested Development, and hear, for the second day in a row, that my job is not good enough, and that I need to be making more money. (While I won't argue the more money thing, and I can't really even argue the whole job thing, it is literally a main aspect of every single conversation I have with my parents, whether or not I bring up work, or money, or not. It's getting old, and I realize that I need a better job, but now's not the best time. I need to put some time in at one job for a while, because I bounced around so much last year. That doesn't look good.)
Damn. How hard is it to make a commodity of yourself? That is to say, how can I earn money doing almost nothing? Oh fuck it, I'm going back to school and getting a degree in ANYFUCKINGTHING. I am a smart cookie, and I think that my poor school track record has tarnished the way prospective employers may see me. Why do I care? I don't know. It really doesn't matter, as long as you can smooth talk your way through life, which I most certainly cannot.
As nice a sentence as I occasionally throw together, I am a wreck when it comes to human interraction. I'm really only comfortable talking to people I know, and even then, I can get flustered. This is going in a bad, self-pitying direction. Yes, I have slight social anxiety, yes, I need to learn to deal with it, no, I won't try prescription drugs again.
Woke up this morning with what may have been a migrane. Yikes? Does this mean I can get glasses? PRETTY PLEASE? How lame is that? I used to want braces, too! I thought they were the bees knees, and was jealous of my friend with headgear. Odd.
I'm going to bed now. I have a delightfully short day ahead of me. (One of my favorite coworkers is leaving us after this week! BOO! GAZPACHO!)
aliciakay:
I'm the exact same way. My resume reads that I can only stand a job for about 3 months. Thanks for adding more pictures, they're great!! Your very pretty. And of course I like your red hair!!!