w is for work and also for woe.
it's official, my first full week in the working world is almost over. it's nice to actually have a real pay stub for once and not get paid under the table. but i'd trade silly orthopaedic shoes and a bad pair of tights to haul trash again and not even get paid for it. not that i'm saying jc penney doesn't have it's advantages--all three of my supervisors are of the darker skinned persuasian (two black, one indian) and they, for some strange reason, seem to think that i'm one in the same. i mean, we all know that i can be slightly foreign looking when i'm summer-dark, but when i have on my winter pale, it's just hilaroius that these people think i'm something other than caucasian and protestant (though it's only partially true on both accounts). nevermind that though, i'll cling to what little compassion i can get from these people.
it's twelve days till christmas and i haven't bought the four presents i'm familially obligated to buy. though everyone except for my mother should be easy to purchase for, if only she liked the chia pets i've tried to re-gift her with over the past couple of years. the woman actually expects me to spend money on her, oh well. we don't all have a realistic view of the universe.
and, now that usc grades have finally roled in.....drum role please.....i have a fucking 4.0! LOOK AT THAT BITCHES! four-fucking point-zero! oooh, so much for those bitches taking away my glory of showing that place out. never again columbia, never again! hopefully good grades get you somewhere after college, because i've got no clue what i'm running so fast towards. give me a few months and i'll probably be majoring in women's studies or something else so painfully characteristic of those who can't make decisions.
that's all, to let you know that i'm alive, though most of my time is eaten away by jc penney at westgate mall. you should come and stop by if you like. i might not start crying if i see someone who doesn't ask me to please hurry up--and doesn't say it in such nice terms.
p.s. ashley comes home tomorrow. my heart is brimming with joy! when's that buggard of a govie reunion? apparently no one tells me these things. but i would like to go, if only to comiserate with the three people i actually like.
it's twelve days till christmas and i haven't bought the four presents i'm familially obligated to buy. though everyone except for my mother should be easy to purchase for, if only she liked the chia pets i've tried to re-gift her with over the past couple of years. the woman actually expects me to spend money on her, oh well. we don't all have a realistic view of the universe.
and, now that usc grades have finally roled in.....drum role please.....i have a fucking 4.0! LOOK AT THAT BITCHES! four-fucking point-zero! oooh, so much for those bitches taking away my glory of showing that place out. never again columbia, never again! hopefully good grades get you somewhere after college, because i've got no clue what i'm running so fast towards. give me a few months and i'll probably be majoring in women's studies or something else so painfully characteristic of those who can't make decisions.
that's all, to let you know that i'm alive, though most of my time is eaten away by jc penney at westgate mall. you should come and stop by if you like. i might not start crying if i see someone who doesn't ask me to please hurry up--and doesn't say it in such nice terms.
p.s. ashley comes home tomorrow. my heart is brimming with joy! when's that buggard of a govie reunion? apparently no one tells me these things. but i would like to go, if only to comiserate with the three people i actually like.