Everybody wang chung tonight.
I've been dead lately. Well, not entirely. Mainly just to LJ. School has been pretty rough lately and I have had dozens of 10 page papers. Another friend of mine over dosed(thanks to meth and xanax)and is currently in the hospital. He just awoke from a week long coma. He still can't talk or really move at all. I hope with everything in me that he gets better and learns his lesson.
Anyway. Aside from that ball of stress and worry I've been working hard in school. I've come out of this semester with a 3.5 GPA. I'm pretty satisfied with it. Could be .5 better, but I'll take it. I don't feel like getting a job in a hospital as a CNA yet. I know a lot of people who say this is stupid, and that I need to work on my career, but I'm not ready for it. I want to be 19 and work a bullshit job that will never go anywhere. I promise when I'm 20 next August I'll grow up. I just want more time. But I'm sure my father will force me pretty soon to fuck the dead end jobs and get a job at Baptist East, Jewish, or somewhere else.
I'm at least going to wait until after Christmas to go job hunting. I want a break, I want time to breathe and sleep in until 1pm. I don't want to have any responsibilites aside from bathing for like two weeks. I don't feel like that's asking for much.
My romantic life is a bunch of shit. I almost don't even want to start on that. Boys are lame. Well, boys are pretty badass, but only as friends, at least for the most part. I'm sure I'm just catching the wrong ones, but sometimes I can't help feel as if they're all bad seeds. Oh well. I don't need someone to make my life better. Although I would like that empty side of my bed to be filled. It's nowhere near the level of warmth I'd like it to be. I need body warmth. Some skin on skin, you know?
I'm going to start painting again, along with playing a mass amount of video games and reading great literature while listening to good music. I'm pretty excited.
Anyway. Aside from that ball of stress and worry I've been working hard in school. I've come out of this semester with a 3.5 GPA. I'm pretty satisfied with it. Could be .5 better, but I'll take it. I don't feel like getting a job in a hospital as a CNA yet. I know a lot of people who say this is stupid, and that I need to work on my career, but I'm not ready for it. I want to be 19 and work a bullshit job that will never go anywhere. I promise when I'm 20 next August I'll grow up. I just want more time. But I'm sure my father will force me pretty soon to fuck the dead end jobs and get a job at Baptist East, Jewish, or somewhere else.
I'm at least going to wait until after Christmas to go job hunting. I want a break, I want time to breathe and sleep in until 1pm. I don't want to have any responsibilites aside from bathing for like two weeks. I don't feel like that's asking for much.
My romantic life is a bunch of shit. I almost don't even want to start on that. Boys are lame. Well, boys are pretty badass, but only as friends, at least for the most part. I'm sure I'm just catching the wrong ones, but sometimes I can't help feel as if they're all bad seeds. Oh well. I don't need someone to make my life better. Although I would like that empty side of my bed to be filled. It's nowhere near the level of warmth I'd like it to be. I need body warmth. Some skin on skin, you know?
I'm going to start painting again, along with playing a mass amount of video games and reading great literature while listening to good music. I'm pretty excited.