A Careerpath? Pft!!!
I feel strange typing this up with my fingernails painted. I can't look down or I'll kind of freak out. Pink! Why pink?! Anyway, I'm finally back home from school. I go to bed much earlier than I do when I'm there, wake up earlier too. But I have almost nothing to do. I work tomorrow but don't have any other events scheduled for the rest of the week. So I spend my days reading books, on my computer writing, and cleaning the house. It isn't bad but I'm getting tired of it. I need to have some kind of social interaction with my friends. I feel so alone all day in this empty house because everyone's either at school or work. I wouldn't even mind if I could just chill with my little brother. That's not so bad as long as Netflix is working. Don't get me wrong, I love my little brother, but sometimes he can get a little out of hand. That's how it is with little boys. Speaking of an empty house. Season 3 of Sherlock. My god, I can't wait to see what twists they put on the canon this time! It's driving me nuts. I don't know how much longer I can live without it. But I might as well distract myself with other fandoms. And besides, this fall, school is going to be very busy. I can't afford to have any distractions.
Still staring strangely at my fingernails as I type. Haha. It's going to be weird going to work tomorrow with these fingers of mine. They're going to get so ruined. Actually, they're already chipping and all I've done is wash dishes. I'm applying for a job at a library and really hope I get it. That would be great, actually. I'd love to work in a library for the rest of my life. Well, maybe not for the rest of my life, but it's good start to my career, spending time with books. I want to be a writer, you see, and I need all the help I can get. I say that now, but all I've really been doing is sitting in the house all day and just doing whatever which, for the most part is nothing. Nothing productive anyway. I know, I know. We've all been there people will say. We have our lazy days. But my parents are breathing down my neck about getting a second job because the one I have hasn't been giving me a lot of hours lately. The thing is, it was like this last year and I was applying for a second job like mad. By the time I finally got a call from someone, the hours had already picked up, too much so for me to juggle a second one. I'm going to apply for all the libraries and bookstores in the area, then grocery stores and restaurants, and then, as a last resort, I'll ask my uncle if I can work in his paint store. I really don't want to and that's why it's my last resort, but my parents are all like "MONEY IS MONEY" and "YOU NEED TO TALK TO HIM NOW." I hate being nagged. Why can't they just leave me alone? It's not like they're paying for my college tuition anyway, not even with prices rising 13% in our state. Yeah, yeah, I can't really complain. After all, they're letting me live with them without paying rent and helping me get financial aid and what not. But really? Really? REALLY?
Still staring strangely at my fingernails as I type. Haha. It's going to be weird going to work tomorrow with these fingers of mine. They're going to get so ruined. Actually, they're already chipping and all I've done is wash dishes. I'm applying for a job at a library and really hope I get it. That would be great, actually. I'd love to work in a library for the rest of my life. Well, maybe not for the rest of my life, but it's good start to my career, spending time with books. I want to be a writer, you see, and I need all the help I can get. I say that now, but all I've really been doing is sitting in the house all day and just doing whatever which, for the most part is nothing. Nothing productive anyway. I know, I know. We've all been there people will say. We have our lazy days. But my parents are breathing down my neck about getting a second job because the one I have hasn't been giving me a lot of hours lately. The thing is, it was like this last year and I was applying for a second job like mad. By the time I finally got a call from someone, the hours had already picked up, too much so for me to juggle a second one. I'm going to apply for all the libraries and bookstores in the area, then grocery stores and restaurants, and then, as a last resort, I'll ask my uncle if I can work in his paint store. I really don't want to and that's why it's my last resort, but my parents are all like "MONEY IS MONEY" and "YOU NEED TO TALK TO HIM NOW." I hate being nagged. Why can't they just leave me alone? It's not like they're paying for my college tuition anyway, not even with prices rising 13% in our state. Yeah, yeah, I can't really complain. After all, they're letting me live with them without paying rent and helping me get financial aid and what not. But really? Really? REALLY?