more pointless and bored me-ness
speak, you shallow, lifeless shells of men. utter words out of context and the hypocrisy that you love and just THRIVE on so well.
oh... sorry! i'm being "CYNICAL" again. ha to that.
i am actually quite the opposite as it seems right now. i am in bryan's computer room enjoying the idea that tomorrow is nearly the last day of finals before i am allowed a day of freedom... before i go back to work. (by the way, i work.) there are values at zumiez that i don't neccessarily agree with. like repetition and annoying little sales pitches, like throwing random clothing into peoples' hands. hopefully days 2-whatever will be much better. then again, if anyone screws up on anything for any reason, it could mean some people staying after for an hour+ trying to figure everything out. it's quite stressful. oh well. hopefully i'll make it to carlton's on saturday before rush-hour. then again, there really isn't any on saturday.
why do i insist upon wiritng absolutely mindless things in this stupid journal. it's so old - i've changed so much. oh god, i feel some sort of sickenss coming on. it's not really a sickness... more like a low, subtle disgust. i'll not let anything ruin this sweet evening.
goodnight.
oh... sorry! i'm being "CYNICAL" again. ha to that.
i am actually quite the opposite as it seems right now. i am in bryan's computer room enjoying the idea that tomorrow is nearly the last day of finals before i am allowed a day of freedom... before i go back to work. (by the way, i work.) there are values at zumiez that i don't neccessarily agree with. like repetition and annoying little sales pitches, like throwing random clothing into peoples' hands. hopefully days 2-whatever will be much better. then again, if anyone screws up on anything for any reason, it could mean some people staying after for an hour+ trying to figure everything out. it's quite stressful. oh well. hopefully i'll make it to carlton's on saturday before rush-hour. then again, there really isn't any on saturday.
why do i insist upon wiritng absolutely mindless things in this stupid journal. it's so old - i've changed so much. oh god, i feel some sort of sickenss coming on. it's not really a sickness... more like a low, subtle disgust. i'll not let anything ruin this sweet evening.
goodnight.