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Wow.
I have not written a decent entry in a while. Perhaps because I’ve been too busy, or maybe it’s just that I’m lazy.
……..and the words are hard to find……
It’s weird, I’ve never had a hard time writing…what I mean is I’ve never had a hard time making myself write. Writing is kind of like therapy for me, but now, no matter how hard I try, I can’t organize thoughts into my journal. I end up writing a few sentences and then deciding that writing at that moment isn’t worth my trouble and I’ll do it another time, except I don’t find another time. The only reason I’m writing now is because I’m at work and would rather do this than organize my recruitment stuff.
I loathe recruitment.
I’m the VP of Recruitment (strange, I know) and I have this meeting to run @ 6 p.m., another different meeting to attend at 4, and I work until 3:30, and I worked last night until a little after 11. I have had barely any sleep and I’m trying to survive without the Concerta because I’ve decided that I’m the type of person that would become addicted to that sort of thing very easily. Hell, I was pretty much addicted to it at the end of last semester….and I figure this because I started getting mega goddamn headaches when it would wear out…I would say that’s a sign of withdrawal. Meh, I’ll save the pills for before finals when I will actually need ‘em.
I have to pee.
I got a ticket last night for my license plates being expired. $50, and I have no idea where my renewal sticker is. I called my parents at the crack of dawn and demanded $50 and my new sticker immediately. Hopefully, since I work for parking and I think I know the guy that wrote me the ticket, I’ll be able to get it erased and then I’ll be + $50.
The ticket was about the last straw for me, I almost cried. Me. Almost cried. Crazy.
I’m overwhelmed.
I had to change my classes again. Now I’m in 3 of the 4 English survey classes. Balls. This is going to involve hella reading of boring ass shiat. I have a hard time making myself do anything that doesn’t interest me. I get bored easily. I’m glad I have this job where I can do my homework.
I miss my Crystal Lakers. School just isn’t a home for me yet, and I don’t know if it will ever be.
My mystery fourth roommate is named Margaret….I hope she’s not crazy. Actually, I hope she is crazy, but in a sane way, and does her own dished and doesn’t drink my green tea. Too much to ask?
I have not written a decent entry in a while. Perhaps because I’ve been too busy, or maybe it’s just that I’m lazy.
……..and the words are hard to find……
It’s weird, I’ve never had a hard time writing…what I mean is I’ve never had a hard time making myself write. Writing is kind of like therapy for me, but now, no matter how hard I try, I can’t organize thoughts into my journal. I end up writing a few sentences and then deciding that writing at that moment isn’t worth my trouble and I’ll do it another time, except I don’t find another time. The only reason I’m writing now is because I’m at work and would rather do this than organize my recruitment stuff.
I loathe recruitment.
I’m the VP of Recruitment (strange, I know) and I have this meeting to run @ 6 p.m., another different meeting to attend at 4, and I work until 3:30, and I worked last night until a little after 11. I have had barely any sleep and I’m trying to survive without the Concerta because I’ve decided that I’m the type of person that would become addicted to that sort of thing very easily. Hell, I was pretty much addicted to it at the end of last semester….and I figure this because I started getting mega goddamn headaches when it would wear out…I would say that’s a sign of withdrawal. Meh, I’ll save the pills for before finals when I will actually need ‘em.
I have to pee.
I got a ticket last night for my license plates being expired. $50, and I have no idea where my renewal sticker is. I called my parents at the crack of dawn and demanded $50 and my new sticker immediately. Hopefully, since I work for parking and I think I know the guy that wrote me the ticket, I’ll be able to get it erased and then I’ll be + $50.
The ticket was about the last straw for me, I almost cried. Me. Almost cried. Crazy.
I’m overwhelmed.
I had to change my classes again. Now I’m in 3 of the 4 English survey classes. Balls. This is going to involve hella reading of boring ass shiat. I have a hard time making myself do anything that doesn’t interest me. I get bored easily. I’m glad I have this job where I can do my homework.
I miss my Crystal Lakers. School just isn’t a home for me yet, and I don’t know if it will ever be.
My mystery fourth roommate is named Margaret….I hope she’s not crazy. Actually, I hope she is crazy, but in a sane way, and does her own dished and doesn’t drink my green tea. Too much to ask?