Como que why?
I guess I can kill fifteen minutes by updating the masses on my fascinating life.
And by fascinating I mean boring. There really isn't all that much to tell.
*sigh* Paris Hilton never has this problem.
Monday and Tuesday mornings are dedicated to Netflix, and I am really trying to be outstanding there so I do not get fired. Quite the opposite, I want -more- hours, because I can get up to +$13/hr working there. Yay. But for now it's only a morning gig, receiving returned movies and processing them for shipment. Fun stuff.
The rest of the week is dedicated to a very open schedule for Best Buy. I've already become girl-you-go-to-to-pick-up-your-slack-because-you-don't-feel-like-working-at-10-am. Which is fine because that also means that I am girl-who-is-going-to-get-PAID-for-working-all-those-hours-YOU-were-too-lazy-to. It also makes me look good in the managers eyes. Biotch.
Monday nights shut me out of the Best Buy schedule because I baby sit a four year old. She's a cute kid, but sometimes gets a little bratty because she thinks I'll let her get away with stuff that Mommy won't.
I got my hair cut. With a number of layers. I like it. It's a lot shorter than people are used to seeing me, and it's going to be even shorter come the summer time. Oooh! Scandalous!
It seems like I can't eat ANYTHING lately without my tummy protesting it. Well, stomach, what the fuck do you want me to do? I gotta eat. I had almost thrown the ulcer theory out the window, but there were stabbing pains last night after dinner. Chalupas! With spicy sauce! Um...I think...I found...the problem.
I don't hang out much at all anymore. I never have the money to put on gas, and my guzzles because it needs some work that I am not willing to give it. I also should wrap this up because I just remembered I have to pop by the gas station before work.
I don't think there's a graceful way to close this entry. But I do wish someone would give me a call once in a while. Being out of school has kinda got me down in the dumps, and it makes me feel so isolated. I can't afford next semester either, or else I'd be signed up by now. *sigh* This is going to be a hard winter, I can feel it already...
Love,
Renata
P.S. - There is still no special boy that I can invision spending the (w)rest of my life with. But there is that other spector that looms over my doings, and he takes a decent amount of space up until someone comes along. But here is my secret. I hope I never find anyone else.
And by fascinating I mean boring. There really isn't all that much to tell.
*sigh* Paris Hilton never has this problem.
Monday and Tuesday mornings are dedicated to Netflix, and I am really trying to be outstanding there so I do not get fired. Quite the opposite, I want -more- hours, because I can get up to +$13/hr working there. Yay. But for now it's only a morning gig, receiving returned movies and processing them for shipment. Fun stuff.
The rest of the week is dedicated to a very open schedule for Best Buy. I've already become girl-you-go-to-to-pick-up-your-slack-because-you-don't-feel-like-working-at-10-am. Which is fine because that also means that I am girl-who-is-going-to-get-PAID-for-working-all-those-hours-YOU-were-too-lazy-to. It also makes me look good in the managers eyes. Biotch.
Monday nights shut me out of the Best Buy schedule because I baby sit a four year old. She's a cute kid, but sometimes gets a little bratty because she thinks I'll let her get away with stuff that Mommy won't.
I got my hair cut. With a number of layers. I like it. It's a lot shorter than people are used to seeing me, and it's going to be even shorter come the summer time. Oooh! Scandalous!
It seems like I can't eat ANYTHING lately without my tummy protesting it. Well, stomach, what the fuck do you want me to do? I gotta eat. I had almost thrown the ulcer theory out the window, but there were stabbing pains last night after dinner. Chalupas! With spicy sauce! Um...I think...I found...the problem.
I don't hang out much at all anymore. I never have the money to put on gas, and my guzzles because it needs some work that I am not willing to give it. I also should wrap this up because I just remembered I have to pop by the gas station before work.
I don't think there's a graceful way to close this entry. But I do wish someone would give me a call once in a while. Being out of school has kinda got me down in the dumps, and it makes me feel so isolated. I can't afford next semester either, or else I'd be signed up by now. *sigh* This is going to be a hard winter, I can feel it already...
Love,
Renata
P.S. - There is still no special boy that I can invision spending the (w)rest of my life with. But there is that other spector that looms over my doings, and he takes a decent amount of space up until someone comes along. But here is my secret. I hope I never find anyone else.