(no subject)
Boy, I hate weekends. All I do is spend money and waste my life lying around my house with is still covered in a fine layer of flea powder that one of my roommates liberally scattered all over the fucking place the other day. Good news: no fleas. Bad news: Looks like a kilo of coke has been spread all over the place.
Next semester and the following 4 are really going to suck. I worked hard enough to get myself into a schedule that leaves my nights on Thursday and Friday open. But that will soon change as I work from 4-10p M-F. Yes, 30 hrs/week at not enough per hour that has to pay rent, utils, food, insurance, tuition and fees. And the kicker? No life! Ain't it grand? As much as I like work, there's really no way I'm going to be able to pull this off. Looks like I might be needing another job soon. SHIT.
Next semester and the following 4 are really going to suck. I worked hard enough to get myself into a schedule that leaves my nights on Thursday and Friday open. But that will soon change as I work from 4-10p M-F. Yes, 30 hrs/week at not enough per hour that has to pay rent, utils, food, insurance, tuition and fees. And the kicker? No life! Ain't it grand? As much as I like work, there's really no way I'm going to be able to pull this off. Looks like I might be needing another job soon. SHIT.