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I think I'm a very likely person to become a workaholic. And not just because I'm going to be in New York, where they breed workaholics like they breed taxis. I've had a lot of free time because well, it's summer and my job has only happened two days and it's only going to be happening three days a week and that's really not that often. So I have free time. But I don't really let it stay that way. Like... I have four bookmarks on my computer and once I'm done with them, I sign off everything and move on to something else. And I'm making that Marina's-love book thing and it's almost past the figuring things out stage. It's only been two weeks and I'm already almost done with planning. That's crazy. I once tried to become a painter and it took me three months to get the base of one painting done, the shades and shapes or what not. I didn't even come close to detailing. It's been two weeks and I'm totally moving right into detailing.
Ergo, I am progressing very nicely towards the life of a workaholic. Time is money baby.
Speaking of the book, I started going through livejournal to take exerpts from it and holy hell this past year at college created the most radical change in me possible. I sort of want to ignore the entire thing because it's going to make analyzing myself that much harder. *dies*
Ergo, I am progressing very nicely towards the life of a workaholic. Time is money baby.
Speaking of the book, I started going through livejournal to take exerpts from it and holy hell this past year at college created the most radical change in me possible. I sort of want to ignore the entire thing because it's going to make analyzing myself that much harder. *dies*