Brrrr!
I'm at summer camp again! Only I am in the kitchen. It's cool, but very stressy. I get to wear a hairnet, too. It's pretty damn sexy.
Other than that there's not a whole lot else going on. I'm going to visit friends in August once my contract's up, then try to go to college, though the fuckers in admissions haven't gotten back to me (because they are fuckers, and disorganised ones at that). If I don't hear back in two weeks I'm going to start job hunting at schools in the area, special needs or not. I can't spend another seven months doing nothing. At least before my arm was partly to blame, but I *need* that fricking ND qualification to get a job I can actually live on, and if they won't give me that this year then I have to try in 2011. I'll turn 22 a month after the course starts and be surrounded by 16 year olds. What the everloving fuck, West Herts.
Aaaand I'm not doing anything this weekend. Staying up late tonight since I only have half a day tomorrow, so I might sleep a lot, in the sun, and get a tan/burn/thing.
The office is very cold. I have half an hour before I need to start dinner so I might go sit outside and be warm. Being warm is a lot better than being cold.
It's always cold in my cabin at night, and I had a hoodie over my jammies. This makes me sad.
We need some sort of portable heater. Or at least I do.
Other than that there's not a whole lot else going on. I'm going to visit friends in August once my contract's up, then try to go to college, though the fuckers in admissions haven't gotten back to me (because they are fuckers, and disorganised ones at that). If I don't hear back in two weeks I'm going to start job hunting at schools in the area, special needs or not. I can't spend another seven months doing nothing. At least before my arm was partly to blame, but I *need* that fricking ND qualification to get a job I can actually live on, and if they won't give me that this year then I have to try in 2011. I'll turn 22 a month after the course starts and be surrounded by 16 year olds. What the everloving fuck, West Herts.
Aaaand I'm not doing anything this weekend. Staying up late tonight since I only have half a day tomorrow, so I might sleep a lot, in the sun, and get a tan/burn/thing.
The office is very cold. I have half an hour before I need to start dinner so I might go sit outside and be warm. Being warm is a lot better than being cold.
It's always cold in my cabin at night, and I had a hoodie over my jammies. This makes me sad.
We need some sort of portable heater. Or at least I do.