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i've spent the last 2 hours updating and reformatting my resume. there's a public interest fair in portland this saturday, it has provided good motivation to get this stinking thing done. however, i also need to draft some cover letters - these are the things i thought i would do over break.
our christmas trees is dying, is dead. the branches are sagging and ornaments are toppling over one another. i think its time.
my uncle was in oregon last weekend, we had dessert at a restaurant by a truck stop. i said i don't follow a religion, he said he would pray for me. he asked if i talked to my dad, i said no. and then i cried. earlier he told he had wondered how i would fare as an attorney, at least if i was still as sensitive as i was as a child. when i was home over break my brother said no one told me that my dad shot my dog because i was fragile. i have never seen myself as extremely sensitive or fragile - why does my family see me that way?
i was in a car accident the first week of january, hit the gas petal instead of the break while pulling into a parking spot. hit a cement wall. the air bags went off. i'm okay, car is now okay.
my computer, however, is slowly dying. it says nothing is failing, but its making those classic hard drive-is-fucked sounds. jon said i can get a new hard drive for around $100 and now i've squirreled away money, just for that day. so i won't cry because i won't completely lose my computer.
been walking to school in the mornings. there's nothing more disappointing then stepping outside and turning on your ipod to find the battery is dead. the mile long walk goes slowly without beats. at least the weather isn't half bad.
my uncle said i should write my dad a letter, explain why i don't talk to him. even if i say i'm not ready to communicate, i still feel like this is more than i can handle. but for how long can i put it off?
our christmas trees is dying, is dead. the branches are sagging and ornaments are toppling over one another. i think its time.
my uncle was in oregon last weekend, we had dessert at a restaurant by a truck stop. i said i don't follow a religion, he said he would pray for me. he asked if i talked to my dad, i said no. and then i cried. earlier he told he had wondered how i would fare as an attorney, at least if i was still as sensitive as i was as a child. when i was home over break my brother said no one told me that my dad shot my dog because i was fragile. i have never seen myself as extremely sensitive or fragile - why does my family see me that way?
i was in a car accident the first week of january, hit the gas petal instead of the break while pulling into a parking spot. hit a cement wall. the air bags went off. i'm okay, car is now okay.
my computer, however, is slowly dying. it says nothing is failing, but its making those classic hard drive-is-fucked sounds. jon said i can get a new hard drive for around $100 and now i've squirreled away money, just for that day. so i won't cry because i won't completely lose my computer.
been walking to school in the mornings. there's nothing more disappointing then stepping outside and turning on your ipod to find the battery is dead. the mile long walk goes slowly without beats. at least the weather isn't half bad.
my uncle said i should write my dad a letter, explain why i don't talk to him. even if i say i'm not ready to communicate, i still feel like this is more than i can handle. but for how long can i put it off?