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So Saturday starts my photography class. I'm pretty nervous. Normally I don't care, but I actually want to be good at something. Something other than hair and make up. Everyone wants me to do that for a living, because it's the only thing I'm good at. But it gets old. Doing people's hair that want to look like celebrities in half the time... People that think a little bit of foundation and eye shadow will make them feel better about themselves... Hair grows back, hair color fades, make up washes away, and we all look like shit at the end of the day. I like doing transformations on people, but most of the time, they look the way they do, because they don't care. So neither do I.
So this is my year in figuring out what the heck I want to do with myself. I have a list, I've been working on it since I was 17. It has 5 occupations. This is also my year to get healthy. I've been eating medifast meals ... space food as Jolyn put it ... to lose some extra pounds, and exercising when time permits. I'm recommitting to the food today, as I've been on vacation, and haven't gotten back into the swing of things since this morning.
Today I start my new job, and this has to be the last time I work for a place I really don't want to. I hate waiting tables. I know it's good money, but money isn't everything. And I hate damn people I have to serve. I hate people complaining about how particular they are with food. Then go cook for your damn self at your damn home, and get the fuck off my ass.
I'm so cranky this morning. So I'm going to go take it out in some kickboxing.
urban word of the day: shress.
combo between a shirt and a dress. worn over jeans or tights.
ha.
So this is my year in figuring out what the heck I want to do with myself. I have a list, I've been working on it since I was 17. It has 5 occupations. This is also my year to get healthy. I've been eating medifast meals ... space food as Jolyn put it ... to lose some extra pounds, and exercising when time permits. I'm recommitting to the food today, as I've been on vacation, and haven't gotten back into the swing of things since this morning.
Today I start my new job, and this has to be the last time I work for a place I really don't want to. I hate waiting tables. I know it's good money, but money isn't everything. And I hate damn people I have to serve. I hate people complaining about how particular they are with food. Then go cook for your damn self at your damn home, and get the fuck off my ass.
I'm so cranky this morning. So I'm going to go take it out in some kickboxing.
urban word of the day: shress.
combo between a shirt and a dress. worn over jeans or tights.
ha.