His Old Jacket, It Fits Me So Well...
...Alright. I've established my goal with, well, my career and school and future and shit. And I'm feeling pretty fucking good about it.
Within the next week, I'm gonna look for a job that pays hella fucking good. As in here we go, dear classifieds, you and I! And hopefully I will be able to work a shitload with a good paying job, and hopefully bank a ton of money. And hopefully I won't be tempted by concerts. (Oh, goddamn, speaking of which, I need to get my bamboozle tickets) I have about 1,800 banked, but take 35+40+50=115 off, gaaah!! Ah well, that's what I'm talking about hopefully I will get a damn good paying job. And then apply to Wilmington Coll... well, University, and take uver over amounts of courses. Double major in english / english education and journalism, and minor in education. Then after a year, transfer to Temple, or to UoD. Whichever may be cheaper at the moment, cause it will depend on where I would be living... Because either I might be moving out, or we're moving away. I don't know. Other than the Wilmington University, I'm gonna wing it. And if I get my majors, I'm gonna be so fucking happy, and if I graduate where I want to, I'll be really fucking happy. And (cause this is the paln...) if I get accepted to partake in the Peace Corps, I'm be uver, really fucking happy.
Ah, well. Maybe it's a sign my iPod keeps playing "P.S. You Rock My World," though I have it on shuffle, and it's on a playlist with over 300 songs. o_0 Weird, but it kinda makes sense.
"...I realized I wanted to spend my life with you... I don't know where we're going, I don't know what we'll do...[but]...Maybe it is time to live."
Gah. My butt's numb. From sitting here. But, anyways. I can't keep letting myself get down. Sure, it's hard to drag outta that slump, but hey, self?
hrmmm?
You have to promise me, seriously, life's a beauty, and with all the crazy things going on, don't get down. ...Because, you and I know, as you're sitting here, listening to Frou Frou's Let Go, and with Mom's singing in the background, of her Korean gospel music that you've been raised on... Everything really is quite beautiful. And this morning wasn't cool. We're not to ever do that again, if at all possible. MMMMMKAY?
Hahah, Deb, you're fucking weird talking to yourself.
But sometimes, you have to talk to yourself to get it all out.
To take a step back, and realize.
Realize
that life's really all
Good.
Within the next week, I'm gonna look for a job that pays hella fucking good. As in here we go, dear classifieds, you and I! And hopefully I will be able to work a shitload with a good paying job, and hopefully bank a ton of money. And hopefully I won't be tempted by concerts. (Oh, goddamn, speaking of which, I need to get my bamboozle tickets) I have about 1,800 banked, but take 35+40+50=115 off, gaaah!! Ah well, that's what I'm talking about hopefully I will get a damn good paying job. And then apply to Wilmington Coll... well, University, and take uver over amounts of courses. Double major in english / english education and journalism, and minor in education. Then after a year, transfer to Temple, or to UoD. Whichever may be cheaper at the moment, cause it will depend on where I would be living... Because either I might be moving out, or we're moving away. I don't know. Other than the Wilmington University, I'm gonna wing it. And if I get my majors, I'm gonna be so fucking happy, and if I graduate where I want to, I'll be really fucking happy. And (cause this is the paln...) if I get accepted to partake in the Peace Corps, I'm be uver, really fucking happy.
Ah, well. Maybe it's a sign my iPod keeps playing "P.S. You Rock My World," though I have it on shuffle, and it's on a playlist with over 300 songs. o_0 Weird, but it kinda makes sense.
"...I realized I wanted to spend my life with you... I don't know where we're going, I don't know what we'll do...[but]...Maybe it is time to live."
Gah. My butt's numb. From sitting here. But, anyways. I can't keep letting myself get down. Sure, it's hard to drag outta that slump, but hey, self?
hrmmm?
You have to promise me, seriously, life's a beauty, and with all the crazy things going on, don't get down. ...Because, you and I know, as you're sitting here, listening to Frou Frou's Let Go, and with Mom's singing in the background, of her Korean gospel music that you've been raised on... Everything really is quite beautiful. And this morning wasn't cool. We're not to ever do that again, if at all possible. MMMMMKAY?
Hahah, Deb, you're fucking weird talking to yourself.
But sometimes, you have to talk to yourself to get it all out.
To take a step back, and realize.
Realize
that life's really all
Good.