3 more days
Including today. Yes, sadly on Friday evening I'll be leaving Georgetown's hellhole forever. Parting is such sweet sorrow. And by sweet, I mean wonderful; and by sorrow, I mean I'm sad that I couldn't leave earlier. The internship was cool, but overall it was not worth $6,000 bucks to deal with shit over the past 2 months. I'm not getting paid so my bank account went from like $800 to $350 over the summer--most of which was spent on food... not gonna lie though, about $200 of it was on shopping sprees. I guess spending $450 really isn't that much considering I'm in D.C. but living off $350 bucks with no foreseeable income in the coming months? I'm gonna have to budget my pokey stick spending...
So besides being next to broke, tired, repulsed by my selfish roommates, and otherwise exhausted with life--I'm doing well. Mostly because I move out Friday. I also know that I'm going to King's Dominion Monday... so that's kinda getting me through as well.
I'm kind of sad that I'm not going to have my other journal to update... it's actually kind of fun ranting about how much I hate the people I live with. Who knew? But for those of you who are keeping track of it, there are still more entries to come. I'm gonna try to scrape one out today--but tomorrow--be prepared. (Read, party happening in the apartment tonight/final exam tomorrow). Tensions will mount, beer will be spilled and some bitches will get fucked up. So I guess that's my advertisement for tomorrow's other journal entry. Although I really shouldn't promise anything good. But I just know I'm going to get some juicy happenings.
I'm cold. And at work. Not working. Should get back to looking like I'm being productive--meaning updating my other journal... seriously all that typing on the screen makes it look like I am doing something serious. No one has ever questioned my work ethic... except that one time that I was on AIM and my boss walked up and saw the conversations I was having with like 5 different people... but that was just that one time... anyway -- ciao.
So besides being next to broke, tired, repulsed by my selfish roommates, and otherwise exhausted with life--I'm doing well. Mostly because I move out Friday. I also know that I'm going to King's Dominion Monday... so that's kinda getting me through as well.
I'm kind of sad that I'm not going to have my other journal to update... it's actually kind of fun ranting about how much I hate the people I live with. Who knew? But for those of you who are keeping track of it, there are still more entries to come. I'm gonna try to scrape one out today--but tomorrow--be prepared. (Read, party happening in the apartment tonight/final exam tomorrow). Tensions will mount, beer will be spilled and some bitches will get fucked up. So I guess that's my advertisement for tomorrow's other journal entry. Although I really shouldn't promise anything good. But I just know I'm going to get some juicy happenings.
I'm cold. And at work. Not working. Should get back to looking like I'm being productive--meaning updating my other journal... seriously all that typing on the screen makes it look like I am doing something serious. No one has ever questioned my work ethic... except that one time that I was on AIM and my boss walked up and saw the conversations I was having with like 5 different people... but that was just that one time... anyway -- ciao.