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We have free children's shows on Monday and Tuesday mornings and this particular week was the film, The Polar Express... the builder of the movie from the previous theater thought it would be a fun idea to put R-rated horror film trailers on it... children cried, parents complained, Christa (that's me) laughed.
Lollapalooza is this weekend and I'm wishing I had a reliable car that actually accelerates and doesn't leak oil or sound like a plethora of dying birds when I push the gas pedal. I'm still going though. It's just that I may burst into flames on the way up, and I'm having an internal mental debate concerning whether or not Tegan and Sara are worth it. I wish I could sell these tickets. They were an impulse purchase, and when I look at them and think of the price, I want to vomit. They have put me in the worst credit card debt-relevant hole and I may actually die.
Maybe I shouldn't have quit Wal-Mart... they are an evil, misogynistic corporation from the depths of hell... but they paid a decent amount, and I could have had a lot saved up now. At least enough money for a method of transportation that doesn't make me cringe.
I feel like I'm doing nothing of any level of importance in my life.
Maybe I'm just sad because Roe is on the edge.
haha.
I want to do a lot of things.
Go to school. Move. Get a better job. Get Shivermee off the damn ground. Write this movie that has been lingering in my brain for years. Start painting again (I have a billion unfinished paintings just sitting in the corner of my room). My creativity floated away while I was sitting around doing nothing with my existence. Well... I was doing productive things... like working a shitty job at a shitty theater and being so self-concious. I'm almost 20 and I'm so boring.
No wait--I'm fun.
I'd rather be self-loathing than arrogant though.
Lollapalooza is this weekend and I'm wishing I had a reliable car that actually accelerates and doesn't leak oil or sound like a plethora of dying birds when I push the gas pedal. I'm still going though. It's just that I may burst into flames on the way up, and I'm having an internal mental debate concerning whether or not Tegan and Sara are worth it. I wish I could sell these tickets. They were an impulse purchase, and when I look at them and think of the price, I want to vomit. They have put me in the worst credit card debt-relevant hole and I may actually die.
Maybe I shouldn't have quit Wal-Mart... they are an evil, misogynistic corporation from the depths of hell... but they paid a decent amount, and I could have had a lot saved up now. At least enough money for a method of transportation that doesn't make me cringe.
I feel like I'm doing nothing of any level of importance in my life.
Maybe I'm just sad because Roe is on the edge.
haha.
I want to do a lot of things.
Go to school. Move. Get a better job. Get Shivermee off the damn ground. Write this movie that has been lingering in my brain for years. Start painting again (I have a billion unfinished paintings just sitting in the corner of my room). My creativity floated away while I was sitting around doing nothing with my existence. Well... I was doing productive things... like working a shitty job at a shitty theater and being so self-concious. I'm almost 20 and I'm so boring.
No wait--I'm fun.
I'd rather be self-loathing than arrogant though.