Wow
It's been awhile. I keep forgetting I even have this.
I'm in the back room at work. We close at 8. It's 7:19 on Monday, which means we are slow.
There's not really much to say any more.
I think to much
I talk to much
I'm sick of time
I'm sick of people
I'm sick of wanting what I can't have.
Getting out of here is my main focus.
Arizona isn't for me. Although I'm most likely gonna go to University of Arizona.
I want a new place. I want new people.
Jessica, my favorite person to work with just put in her two week notice. She's the only person I feel like I can really talk to in confidence. She's on of the smartest people I've ever met. This job alone has made me grow so much. I love it here.
School, on the other hand I'm not sure. I don't talk to the people there or even hang out with them. I can't have an intelligent conversation with them. But, that's what I should have expected going to a private Catholic all girls school. The materialism, gossip, lies, rumors....how could it not have that. I'm sick of girls who turn 16 and pull up in a brand new Mercedes or BMW...the girls who failed the admissions test but go in because their parents paid the school or donated a building. What about the girls who passed the test and actually deserve to go but don't have the money? They should be there. They belong there. I'm also sick of complaining.
I'm tired of typing. I'm tired or texts, exams, homework, and essays. I'm tired of work. I'm tired of people. I'm tired in general. But, I'm happy.
Doesn't make sense? But, I am.
The fact that I only have a year and a half left with them makes me so much happier than anyone knows.
...and you, you make me so much happier than you know.
I guess I like photography. I'm getting better, I hope.
I'm in the back room at work. We close at 8. It's 7:19 on Monday, which means we are slow.
There's not really much to say any more.
I think to much
I talk to much
I'm sick of time
I'm sick of people
I'm sick of wanting what I can't have.
Getting out of here is my main focus.
Arizona isn't for me. Although I'm most likely gonna go to University of Arizona.
I want a new place. I want new people.
Jessica, my favorite person to work with just put in her two week notice. She's the only person I feel like I can really talk to in confidence. She's on of the smartest people I've ever met. This job alone has made me grow so much. I love it here.
School, on the other hand I'm not sure. I don't talk to the people there or even hang out with them. I can't have an intelligent conversation with them. But, that's what I should have expected going to a private Catholic all girls school. The materialism, gossip, lies, rumors....how could it not have that. I'm sick of girls who turn 16 and pull up in a brand new Mercedes or BMW...the girls who failed the admissions test but go in because their parents paid the school or donated a building. What about the girls who passed the test and actually deserve to go but don't have the money? They should be there. They belong there. I'm also sick of complaining.
I'm tired of typing. I'm tired or texts, exams, homework, and essays. I'm tired of work. I'm tired of people. I'm tired in general. But, I'm happy.
Doesn't make sense? But, I am.
The fact that I only have a year and a half left with them makes me so much happier than anyone knows.
...and you, you make me so much happier than you know.
I guess I like photography. I'm getting better, I hope.