update
I really want to get a new job. I want to be a hostess at a sushi bar, for the free japanese food. or maybe a clerk at whole foods, the new one in bellevue is really nice.
it's amazing how you can like your classes if you get to choose them. I seriously haven't been absolutely mind fuckingly bored in any of them so far, and I love how most of my classes are small. I went pillow shopping today and I got so excited for dorm shopping. I can't wait to shop for my own little place.
I also saw troy working at costco today. I'm sort of glad he's alive, and not in rehab or out doing coke, or whatever ex-boyfriend-21 year old-coke-addicted-chain-smokers do. I don't think he recognized me but I went by pretty fast anyway. I didn't want to bring up that weird time of my life. I actually half-glanced and half-recognized him by the lower half of his face, and then I heard "hot pockets?" behind me and whipped around and bam!, wanna be music producer food handler. I almost laughed but that's sad.
time to take an extra hot shower because it's extra cold out
by the way, a note to whoever left those lyrics in my journal: thanks for posting my favorite song, but I don't think depressing, insulting nirvana lyrics are a positive comment unless left with a nice note or maybe a smiley emoticon. but don't worry, no, I didn't delete your comment, I screened it. and I know who you are because of your IP address and no, I don't appreciate it.
it's amazing how you can like your classes if you get to choose them. I seriously haven't been absolutely mind fuckingly bored in any of them so far, and I love how most of my classes are small. I went pillow shopping today and I got so excited for dorm shopping. I can't wait to shop for my own little place.
I also saw troy working at costco today. I'm sort of glad he's alive, and not in rehab or out doing coke, or whatever ex-boyfriend-21 year old-coke-addicted-chain-smokers do. I don't think he recognized me but I went by pretty fast anyway. I didn't want to bring up that weird time of my life. I actually half-glanced and half-recognized him by the lower half of his face, and then I heard "hot pockets?" behind me and whipped around and bam!, wanna be music producer food handler. I almost laughed but that's sad.
time to take an extra hot shower because it's extra cold out
by the way, a note to whoever left those lyrics in my journal: thanks for posting my favorite song, but I don't think depressing, insulting nirvana lyrics are a positive comment unless left with a nice note or maybe a smiley emoticon. but don't worry, no, I didn't delete your comment, I screened it. and I know who you are because of your IP address and no, I don't appreciate it.