Another day, another entry
Yet again another long period between entries. This was so much easier when I had the internet at work to fill eight boring hours. So, speaking of work, I finally quit the art gallery. People always say how cushy my job is, and that I'm so lucky. Blah blah blah. When your trapped, involentarily in a boring art gallery with no one to talk to, nothing to do, geez, a person can go crazy. Don't get me started on my manager. She doesn't care about anyone but herself. She is a pathetic horrible person. I feel kinda bad saying that, but it's really how I feel. Her selfishness makes her so ugly to me. So instead of sacrificing a wonderful summer, seeing my friends and family, I quite. I'm entitled to do some things for myself, you know? It's really bad for my emotional stability to be around her. I've snapped before. It might happen the last time I see her. I hope not. I'd like to change the subject; I'm putting myself in an increadibly bad mood.
A year from now. It was such a long time ago. I am so different. One short year can be so long. A year ago, I was sick in bed. I was so depressed I didn't eat. I went down to below 100 lbs. I remember when I started to get better, and I went camping with Ray, Nick, Brandon, and Katey. I jumped out of the woods, and Brandon gave an enthusiastic greeting, "Jes!" which was quickly followed up by, "You look disgusting". God, I was so skinny. He hadn't seen me in so long. Brandon was an awesome friend. I remember hanging out at his house when he almost killed himself on a skateboard ramp. No, he wasn't skateboarding. He was running up the ramp to slam dunk a basketball. When he pushed off it, it flipped up, so the part that was supposed to be against the ground was up in the air, and his feet went out from under him, and he landed on it. He almost broke his back. We hung out until like three in the morning, in his bed room. I love his sense of humor. He is so funny. He was the best person to console you. I remember going to him crying, and by the end of our talk I was crying cause I was lauging so hard. All of our stupid inside jokes. "Bigger cracker!! Bigger Cracker!!!" We went to the worlds largest Perkins. That is one of my favorite memories. That will be a whole other entry.
But a year ago, I was very very sick. Now I am so content and happy. I embrace my individualism, my optimism, and who I am. I love to shake my boody on the dance floor. I like birds. That's why I had to quite my job. I need to have a super awesome action pack fun filled adventure of a summer. I need to go back to drawlin', singing, and camping. I need to learn new stuff. About myself, others, and the world.
Well, would you listen to me. I'm getting a little ahead of myself. I think I'll just start by enjoying my day off tomarrow. I'm leaving.
Jes
A year from now. It was such a long time ago. I am so different. One short year can be so long. A year ago, I was sick in bed. I was so depressed I didn't eat. I went down to below 100 lbs. I remember when I started to get better, and I went camping with Ray, Nick, Brandon, and Katey. I jumped out of the woods, and Brandon gave an enthusiastic greeting, "Jes!" which was quickly followed up by, "You look disgusting". God, I was so skinny. He hadn't seen me in so long. Brandon was an awesome friend. I remember hanging out at his house when he almost killed himself on a skateboard ramp. No, he wasn't skateboarding. He was running up the ramp to slam dunk a basketball. When he pushed off it, it flipped up, so the part that was supposed to be against the ground was up in the air, and his feet went out from under him, and he landed on it. He almost broke his back. We hung out until like three in the morning, in his bed room. I love his sense of humor. He is so funny. He was the best person to console you. I remember going to him crying, and by the end of our talk I was crying cause I was lauging so hard. All of our stupid inside jokes. "Bigger cracker!! Bigger Cracker!!!" We went to the worlds largest Perkins. That is one of my favorite memories. That will be a whole other entry.
But a year ago, I was very very sick. Now I am so content and happy. I embrace my individualism, my optimism, and who I am. I love to shake my boody on the dance floor. I like birds. That's why I had to quite my job. I need to have a super awesome action pack fun filled adventure of a summer. I need to go back to drawlin', singing, and camping. I need to learn new stuff. About myself, others, and the world.
Well, would you listen to me. I'm getting a little ahead of myself. I think I'll just start by enjoying my day off tomarrow. I'm leaving.
Jes