Huzzah!
So school started...barf'ola. I mean, I guess I shouldn't complain because my assignment over the weekend was to create a sandwich...a frigging sandwich...haha how easy is that? And we're going to Zingermans this Friday...but still...ugggggghh.
Anyway...I'm not mad Mel. Sad, but not mad. I'm sorry that you're in the situation you are in, and wish I could do something about it. But I'll be here when you need me :)
Other than thaaaaat....nothing new. Nothing old. Well, maybe me. I'm 21...21! 21212121212121. How weird is that? And in a year I will be peacing out, traveling new distances...I'm excited/nervous...ish...
It's weird how you strive so hard as youngin', trying to get a good education for a good job...the years have streaked by so fast...it's kind of upsetting to think about how useless it all is, because in 60 years I will be on my deathbed, or dead. Okay, that was depressing, but still...I should try to make my life impact people in some way. Become a lawyer, a doctor, a politician...a teacher....wtf am I doing cooking food for rich assholes who don't give a shit about middle/low class? I guess it all has to do with greed-if I wasn't greedy, I wouldn't strive for that job at the Ritz-Carlton, or as the personal chef, or the cake lady in NYC.
Anyway...I'm not mad Mel. Sad, but not mad. I'm sorry that you're in the situation you are in, and wish I could do something about it. But I'll be here when you need me :)
Other than thaaaaat....nothing new. Nothing old. Well, maybe me. I'm 21...21! 21212121212121. How weird is that? And in a year I will be peacing out, traveling new distances...I'm excited/nervous...ish...
It's weird how you strive so hard as youngin', trying to get a good education for a good job...the years have streaked by so fast...it's kind of upsetting to think about how useless it all is, because in 60 years I will be on my deathbed, or dead. Okay, that was depressing, but still...I should try to make my life impact people in some way. Become a lawyer, a doctor, a politician...a teacher....wtf am I doing cooking food for rich assholes who don't give a shit about middle/low class? I guess it all has to do with greed-if I wasn't greedy, I wouldn't strive for that job at the Ritz-Carlton, or as the personal chef, or the cake lady in NYC.