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I was just thinking about it, and I realized that I've never had my heart broken. I guess there's still plenty of time, but isn't that one of those what-doesn't-kill-you-makes-you-stronger things? I want to be strong in matters of love. It's the summer, so matters of love are bound to be abound.
I had an awesome temporary job position going that I completely fucked up. I had told my grandma about starting the job a week prior to actually beginning. The worst thing is that I didn't see her again until Sunday, which was her 75th birthday, when she asked me how the job was going, and I lied to mask the fact that I'd only worked there two days because I failed the drug screening. I felt worthless for most of the day after that. At least the very least I still got $$$ for the two days I put in, and at the very most I additionally now know that my German language skillz will actually be a valuable asset when I enter the corporate workforce.
It'd be funny if one day I look back on this journal in 5 years or something to find that I've not only had my heart broken, but found out that all the years studying German didn't even pay off/end up being relevant to my work.
On a brighter note, I've been rehearsing with a full band to start doing cover band gigs at places like Dooley's and Hamlin Pub. We've got 15 songs down after two practices and they sound pretty damned fine. I want to convince them to play "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails. And Godsmack. I'm going back to my early teenage, angst-ridden, nü-metal-esque roots. No! Never!
I don't imagine myself as I am in so many pictures.
I had an awesome temporary job position going that I completely fucked up. I had told my grandma about starting the job a week prior to actually beginning. The worst thing is that I didn't see her again until Sunday, which was her 75th birthday, when she asked me how the job was going, and I lied to mask the fact that I'd only worked there two days because I failed the drug screening. I felt worthless for most of the day after that. At least the very least I still got $$$ for the two days I put in, and at the very most I additionally now know that my German language skillz will actually be a valuable asset when I enter the corporate workforce.
It'd be funny if one day I look back on this journal in 5 years or something to find that I've not only had my heart broken, but found out that all the years studying German didn't even pay off/end up being relevant to my work.
On a brighter note, I've been rehearsing with a full band to start doing cover band gigs at places like Dooley's and Hamlin Pub. We've got 15 songs down after two practices and they sound pretty damned fine. I want to convince them to play "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails. And Godsmack. I'm going back to my early teenage, angst-ridden, nü-metal-esque roots. No! Never!
I don't imagine myself as I am in so many pictures.