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My goal in life of looking like I'm straight out of the 80s has been achieved nicely with a side ponytail.
I no longer have to worry about finding a job due to "I have something I need to talk to you about" conversation with my dad. Apparently, he saw no hope in me being employed way earlier than I did and has been planning for this for a while. When did I become unhireable even to those who created me? Hot damn. But at least I can now party in peace.
Speaking of parties, they are fun. The end.
I managed to utterly destroy my foot. A nice attempt at running down River Hills Drive sans shoes with Amanda turned into a small part of the top of my toe missing. Collisions with sidewalks never end well for me. Insert the EWWS now but really, it's quite scandalous looking. And painful. Thus over the counter pain pills (and under the counter) have become a good portion of what I put into my stomach.
I miss my friends from college with a passion. Only three months to go until I am back in the gnat-infested city that I call home.
It's been an interesting ride, the past few weeks. I feel as though I'm part of a bad teen reality show episode about the dangers of love and the emptiness of home. I like it here. I like what I do. I just never feel like I'm completely involved in it. I'm always the outside observer and the one who is counseling others on how to live their life. But the one I'm currently trapped in is going slow and is turning out to be fruitless. This is not meant to be depressing. I just need to get involved in something dramatic to remind myself that I am living.
I went to the Quietdrive concert with Carrie and it was a bundle of fun. I sang, I danced, I Bohemian Rhapsodied.
The proper adjective to call my car at the current moment is broken. I don't know what's wrong. I'll let daddy figure it out. I'm too disturbed and secretly distressed to attempt to worry. And right after my new cd player was put in, too. Well, I got a good radio jingle and the entire DCFC Plans cd out of it before it was drown in the sound of unneeded acceleration.
Casino trip with my mother soon. This shall be entertaining. I am supposedly being set up with a "nice kid who doesn't drink or smoke." Ellipses will suffice here.
This entry could be short enough to elicit reading. Let's hope so. I just summed up my entire life in a series of short sentences that don't span an entire page. Touche, Tasha.
I no longer have to worry about finding a job due to "I have something I need to talk to you about" conversation with my dad. Apparently, he saw no hope in me being employed way earlier than I did and has been planning for this for a while. When did I become unhireable even to those who created me? Hot damn. But at least I can now party in peace.
Speaking of parties, they are fun. The end.
I managed to utterly destroy my foot. A nice attempt at running down River Hills Drive sans shoes with Amanda turned into a small part of the top of my toe missing. Collisions with sidewalks never end well for me. Insert the EWWS now but really, it's quite scandalous looking. And painful. Thus over the counter pain pills (and under the counter) have become a good portion of what I put into my stomach.
I miss my friends from college with a passion. Only three months to go until I am back in the gnat-infested city that I call home.
It's been an interesting ride, the past few weeks. I feel as though I'm part of a bad teen reality show episode about the dangers of love and the emptiness of home. I like it here. I like what I do. I just never feel like I'm completely involved in it. I'm always the outside observer and the one who is counseling others on how to live their life. But the one I'm currently trapped in is going slow and is turning out to be fruitless. This is not meant to be depressing. I just need to get involved in something dramatic to remind myself that I am living.
I went to the Quietdrive concert with Carrie and it was a bundle of fun. I sang, I danced, I Bohemian Rhapsodied.
The proper adjective to call my car at the current moment is broken. I don't know what's wrong. I'll let daddy figure it out. I'm too disturbed and secretly distressed to attempt to worry. And right after my new cd player was put in, too. Well, I got a good radio jingle and the entire DCFC Plans cd out of it before it was drown in the sound of unneeded acceleration.
Casino trip with my mother soon. This shall be entertaining. I am supposedly being set up with a "nice kid who doesn't drink or smoke." Ellipses will suffice here.
This entry could be short enough to elicit reading. Let's hope so. I just summed up my entire life in a series of short sentences that don't span an entire page. Touche, Tasha.