shit's kinda changing
a few weeks ago (or maybe days... i'm really bad with time lately) i tried to write a super long blog, but it was too much, so i let it sit and save as a draft, and now i'm starting over. it's kind of too bad because there were some funny/dumb stories i wanted to share, but... oh, who knows. maybe i'll retype them in this post. continue reading to find out!
i got a job. i didn't want to because i've grown accustom to the luxurious life of a lazy welfare queen, but it's for the better. i start on tuesday because i thought i had jury duty tomorrow (which i don't! thank goodness i called the number on the letter i got. in my defense, this system was totally different than from before, so i was confused and a little cocky) but now i don't, so i have one last day to do whatever the hell i want. woot. it's just part time and i'm crossing my fingers that shit works out because there really are no other options than for it to work out. i know. living dangerously with no plan b, but i'll try not to panic too much.
school starts in two weeks and i haven't registered yet. hell, i haven't even paid my tuition balance from spring. that's the kind of life i've been leading lately. but again, the plan, it's a pretty good plan, and i've stupidly placed all my chips on it. so.... yeah. ugh.
i was accepted into the mcnair scholar's program which is awesome and will hopefully alter my life in unimaginable ways. i'm excited.
my friends, courtney and chris, gave me a ukulele for my birthday and it is hands down my most favorite gift ever (next to the tequila). i really like playing it. i read an article that back in the 20's and 30's everyone had ukuleles. they were like fucking ipods or toms shoes and everyone knew how to play and it was a party all the time. i like playing sad songs because the tones get the emotion just right. one day when i perform for people, i'll probably get booed for being such a downer, but whatevs. in fact, i think i'll spend tomorrow playing my uke. woot!!
my dad agreed to let me trade cars with him for a while. as much as i love the 4runner it's too much of a stress on my meager wallet. i'll miss the power and luxury of my beautiful suv but it'll be good to be amongst the little people in his corolla. plus, when winter comes, i'm totally trading back. maybe. we'll see. but fuck if that car isn't small. so much first world adjusting to do! oh wah, my life is so hard, i have a job that pays me a somewhat livable wage and i can't drive my gas guzzling carbon footprinting sports utility vehicle! ugh. i hate myself.
life is good. it's scary, and shit's totally changing all over the place and i have to find some business casual pants to wear, but otherwise, it's good. oh, and i think i'm totally going to sell my plasma for extra income. wish me luck!
i got a job. i didn't want to because i've grown accustom to the luxurious life of a lazy welfare queen, but it's for the better. i start on tuesday because i thought i had jury duty tomorrow (which i don't! thank goodness i called the number on the letter i got. in my defense, this system was totally different than from before, so i was confused and a little cocky) but now i don't, so i have one last day to do whatever the hell i want. woot. it's just part time and i'm crossing my fingers that shit works out because there really are no other options than for it to work out. i know. living dangerously with no plan b, but i'll try not to panic too much.
school starts in two weeks and i haven't registered yet. hell, i haven't even paid my tuition balance from spring. that's the kind of life i've been leading lately. but again, the plan, it's a pretty good plan, and i've stupidly placed all my chips on it. so.... yeah. ugh.
i was accepted into the mcnair scholar's program which is awesome and will hopefully alter my life in unimaginable ways. i'm excited.
my friends, courtney and chris, gave me a ukulele for my birthday and it is hands down my most favorite gift ever (next to the tequila). i really like playing it. i read an article that back in the 20's and 30's everyone had ukuleles. they were like fucking ipods or toms shoes and everyone knew how to play and it was a party all the time. i like playing sad songs because the tones get the emotion just right. one day when i perform for people, i'll probably get booed for being such a downer, but whatevs. in fact, i think i'll spend tomorrow playing my uke. woot!!
my dad agreed to let me trade cars with him for a while. as much as i love the 4runner it's too much of a stress on my meager wallet. i'll miss the power and luxury of my beautiful suv but it'll be good to be amongst the little people in his corolla. plus, when winter comes, i'm totally trading back. maybe. we'll see. but fuck if that car isn't small. so much first world adjusting to do! oh wah, my life is so hard, i have a job that pays me a somewhat livable wage and i can't drive my gas guzzling carbon footprinting sports utility vehicle! ugh. i hate myself.
life is good. it's scary, and shit's totally changing all over the place and i have to find some business casual pants to wear, but otherwise, it's good. oh, and i think i'm totally going to sell my plasma for extra income. wish me luck!