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I finally decided to take a day off. I'm tired of being an unglorified social worker. I had a lady that hasn't bathed in two weeks with all sorts of issues cursing at me in the middle of Day Surgery last week. I sat there trying not to breath but evidently she didn't get the hint when I started turning blue. I do like helping people but a lot of the people I meet don't want help, they just want a quick fix and do nothing for it. Others though, I do have to admit, make it worthwhile. Hopefully I will be going back to the office soon.
So I started working on the plans for Bamboozle (which you should all come to) again. We had decided to drive, just my sister Katie, Amanda, and myself. Our only problem was that having to get back on Monday. It takes 9 hours to drive to New Jersey without traffic, meaning we would have to leave as soon as the show was over with no break time and drive all night home. Since we have already bought our tickets and have been saving I think we can swing the airfare and have a lot more time. So hopefully we will hit New York city that Friday and Cinco De Mayo weekend. No, nothing bad we just all have a good time together (flashbacks of extreme cabbage patching)
I have been reevaluating my life and wants/needs. I want to get into the music industry, it was my first love and has always been with me. I don't even care where I start in it either as long as it provides a dry and relatively clean place to sleep. I'm sick of going to classes with people who just listen and regurgitate it back on tests. If you took a poll most of them are dumber than posts. I don't find it interesting and I have no drive to sit and listen for hours. Don't be surprised if I suddenly up and leave.
I'm waiting to find something that holds my attention.
Good News: March 20 was my 20th birthday and Bamboozle is about a month and three days away.
Hahah, I sound all unhappy. I'm really not I just find its easier to tell a journal that no one reads about how I'm feeling. Especially the bad stuff because (I don't like admitting that I am human.) I think I may start posting lyrics I've written on here. Err, maybe later.
I have been listening to the new Fall Out Boy CD- Infinity on High. Some of the lyrics break my heart and in others Patrick's voice gives me the shivers and forget what I'm doing. I've found that its nice to have someone to sing you to sleep. Golden is positively amazing. I do wonder why Pete is so cryptic all the time. It seems as though his words are always sarcastic and have three different meanings. He makes fun of the world and everyone in it- or atleast thats how it comes off. . Then again- I've been wrong before.
So I started working on the plans for Bamboozle (which you should all come to) again. We had decided to drive, just my sister Katie, Amanda, and myself. Our only problem was that having to get back on Monday. It takes 9 hours to drive to New Jersey without traffic, meaning we would have to leave as soon as the show was over with no break time and drive all night home. Since we have already bought our tickets and have been saving I think we can swing the airfare and have a lot more time. So hopefully we will hit New York city that Friday and Cinco De Mayo weekend. No, nothing bad we just all have a good time together (flashbacks of extreme cabbage patching)
I have been reevaluating my life and wants/needs. I want to get into the music industry, it was my first love and has always been with me. I don't even care where I start in it either as long as it provides a dry and relatively clean place to sleep. I'm sick of going to classes with people who just listen and regurgitate it back on tests. If you took a poll most of them are dumber than posts. I don't find it interesting and I have no drive to sit and listen for hours. Don't be surprised if I suddenly up and leave.
I'm waiting to find something that holds my attention.
Good News: March 20 was my 20th birthday and Bamboozle is about a month and three days away.
Hahah, I sound all unhappy. I'm really not I just find its easier to tell a journal that no one reads about how I'm feeling. Especially the bad stuff because (I don't like admitting that I am human.) I think I may start posting lyrics I've written on here. Err, maybe later.
I have been listening to the new Fall Out Boy CD- Infinity on High. Some of the lyrics break my heart and in others Patrick's voice gives me the shivers and forget what I'm doing. I've found that its nice to have someone to sing you to sleep. Golden is positively amazing. I do wonder why Pete is so cryptic all the time. It seems as though his words are always sarcastic and have three different meanings. He makes fun of the world and everyone in it- or atleast thats how it comes off. . Then again- I've been wrong before.