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So for once, in a whirlwind of a few days, things took a turn for the better and I'm adjusting to a large influx of change. Which is good, this time around, if I do say so. It's odd to get used to, not that I'm normally adept to some sort of constant disaster, as that would be melodramatic (per usual, though; hello, it is me), but a new place to live, a new computer, and a severely more interactive life is a lot to get used to when you were in dire need of an overall upgrade. Thumbs up, Paul, you actually pulled this one off.
Of course there's always a lot to learn when you do this kind of thing, and this week's lesson happens to be in socialization. Some things were told to me by a friend about what another person said about me (is that clear?) that made me irrationally angry and, to this very second, I still am. It's put me in a funk and I have no huge or logical reason to be this livid, but things like this are the precise reason as to why I don't focus much of anything on myself when around others. What a lot of other people conclude is usually wrong and lame to begin with, so why not save myself some time explaining and just not say anything at all. This leaves room for assumption, and there is a reason why that whole corny cliche about how assuming "makes an ass out of you and me" exists: because it's true more than 90% of the time. So a word to the wise, and to myself, as this has been a huge lesson: just keep your fucking mouth shut if you don't have anything intelligent to back up your childish, over the top and horrically uncalled for gossip. Tact is a really amazing trait to invest in. I'd pitch in for a big fucking bucket of it, but hello, I'm broke. Oh, and, you know, not to mention we're all supposed to be adults, we have the privelages, so exercise them instead of waiting for someone to spoon feed you. Guaranteed, I'd bet on that spoon being a very pointy spork and it going back in your throat further than it should.
Onward, ho. School starts in, relatively, 2.5 weeks and I might have just shit my panties typing that. Summer went by entirely too fast, but, for once yet again, I accomplished everything I wanted to. Well, I didn't have a torrid romance with Jake Gyllenhaal nor did I get to smoke a blunt with Hillary Clinton, but in due time, my friends. This semester should be pretty good, save for the number of days I'm in class (Tuesday through Friday, what in Brangelina's name is that?), but it's made up for the simple idea that I'm diving head first into my major and I'm shitting my panties again, but in a good way.
In short to wrap this up because I am a career lady tomorrow morning, I hate/love my job and I miss Amanda horribly. Like, no, seriously, I miss her.
And I also miss having a McDonald's right around the corner because holy christ on a cross those new chicken sandwiches they have are delish. How appropo that I mention McDonald's right after Amanda. Naturally because I love them equally. And they both give me happy pants.
Of course there's always a lot to learn when you do this kind of thing, and this week's lesson happens to be in socialization. Some things were told to me by a friend about what another person said about me (is that clear?) that made me irrationally angry and, to this very second, I still am. It's put me in a funk and I have no huge or logical reason to be this livid, but things like this are the precise reason as to why I don't focus much of anything on myself when around others. What a lot of other people conclude is usually wrong and lame to begin with, so why not save myself some time explaining and just not say anything at all. This leaves room for assumption, and there is a reason why that whole corny cliche about how assuming "makes an ass out of you and me" exists: because it's true more than 90% of the time. So a word to the wise, and to myself, as this has been a huge lesson: just keep your fucking mouth shut if you don't have anything intelligent to back up your childish, over the top and horrically uncalled for gossip. Tact is a really amazing trait to invest in. I'd pitch in for a big fucking bucket of it, but hello, I'm broke. Oh, and, you know, not to mention we're all supposed to be adults, we have the privelages, so exercise them instead of waiting for someone to spoon feed you. Guaranteed, I'd bet on that spoon being a very pointy spork and it going back in your throat further than it should.
Onward, ho. School starts in, relatively, 2.5 weeks and I might have just shit my panties typing that. Summer went by entirely too fast, but, for once yet again, I accomplished everything I wanted to. Well, I didn't have a torrid romance with Jake Gyllenhaal nor did I get to smoke a blunt with Hillary Clinton, but in due time, my friends. This semester should be pretty good, save for the number of days I'm in class (Tuesday through Friday, what in Brangelina's name is that?), but it's made up for the simple idea that I'm diving head first into my major and I'm shitting my panties again, but in a good way.
In short to wrap this up because I am a career lady tomorrow morning, I hate/love my job and I miss Amanda horribly. Like, no, seriously, I miss her.
And I also miss having a McDonald's right around the corner because holy christ on a cross those new chicken sandwiches they have are delish. How appropo that I mention McDonald's right after Amanda. Naturally because I love them equally. And they both give me happy pants.