Random Captalization
I need a desk. The two cardboard boxes I'm using work, but my knees hurt when I sit here for too long. ;_; Its pretty pathetic.
I feel like giving up on the job thing. It just seems so useless! I'm leaving this town and any job in 2 months, nobody is going to want to hire me for that little of a time. Its ridculous. I got a call back at Edwards Theatre, but I won't be able to work there because they want me for more than 2 months. *shock* I'm really discouraged. Rawr. Don't talk to me about it.
I have had this one note book/journal/diary for about uh... 9 months and I've almost filled it! I reall want to have it be my "senior notebook". Sorta of like the Scrapbook, but way more personal. Way.
I have this shirt on that i adore, but I keep ripping it! (By tugging on it when its caugh beneath my HUGE ass.) Its frusterating, but you cant ask too much of Target.
Laters, I've written to much, the LiveJournal sirens, whom I have recently escaped from, are pulling me back to the rocks! No! Say it isnt so!
I feel like giving up on the job thing. It just seems so useless! I'm leaving this town and any job in 2 months, nobody is going to want to hire me for that little of a time. Its ridculous. I got a call back at Edwards Theatre, but I won't be able to work there because they want me for more than 2 months. *shock* I'm really discouraged. Rawr. Don't talk to me about it.
I have had this one note book/journal/diary for about uh... 9 months and I've almost filled it! I reall want to have it be my "senior notebook". Sorta of like the Scrapbook, but way more personal. Way.
I have this shirt on that i adore, but I keep ripping it! (By tugging on it when its caugh beneath my HUGE ass.) Its frusterating, but you cant ask too much of Target.
Laters, I've written to much, the LiveJournal sirens, whom I have recently escaped from, are pulling me back to the rocks! No! Say it isnt so!