put the fucking lotion in the basket!
the psychosis that is silence of the lambs is staying with me.
liz and i went running this morning. i could hardly breathe the entire time. i think i need to warm up better next time, because i'm all tied up, but i'm still wallowing in endorphines, which is nice. this is what being drunk should feel like. sigh.
i'm still waiting on my check from Beare's and money from dad. i really wish dad would just give kaldea a money order for me. and not that i particularly want to associate with dad, why does kaldea have to be the go-between? doesn't she have enough on her plate without having to run to the bank for me all the time? i don't get it. and he has the gall to call her up and give her shit about james calling, as if my living situation were her responsiblity? i am leslie w. watson's responsibility for the next eight months, and though i know we haven't made the fact easy for each other, this is how it goes. why can't anyone take accountability for their actions anymore? the world wouldbe a impler place, really.
i don't know when OVC is going to pay me my first check, but i work wednesday. we got called in today, and liz decided to take this shift. it turns out she had field hockey today, though, and missed it. i don't know how that will affect her place on the team, but whatever. we'll work it out somehow. i just need some stability with this, though. we need to set up our official hours before our official start date rolls around, (which is the tenth.) i really like this job, though, it's very interesting, and i hope i can keep it for and through school. there are good hours, s if i wanted to pick up another job, i could. i might keep an eye out for an opening at ashley's bakery. i could work tere in the morning and at the clinic at night. or when i move out i'd like to find something closer to wherever i am. Dr. Wille might still needs someone at his office. god, the options are endless. i just really want to pick a direction.
i was looking at sinclair courses. i would like to study english but i don't know where that would take me. the only things that i can think of that makes me truly happy are children. so might look into child development. hmm. i looked into their graphic design course, and it just doesn't interest me like it used to. as much as i like usin computers to communicate, using them for work seems as if it would grow tedious. so scrap that idea. history! history is beautiful! as much as i'd like to be a historian in a museum, i'd like to restore art even more, but i don't know how high the demand is for that, and where i might go to study it... :) to have a profession would be beautiful.
liz and i went running this morning. i could hardly breathe the entire time. i think i need to warm up better next time, because i'm all tied up, but i'm still wallowing in endorphines, which is nice. this is what being drunk should feel like. sigh.
i'm still waiting on my check from Beare's and money from dad. i really wish dad would just give kaldea a money order for me. and not that i particularly want to associate with dad, why does kaldea have to be the go-between? doesn't she have enough on her plate without having to run to the bank for me all the time? i don't get it. and he has the gall to call her up and give her shit about james calling, as if my living situation were her responsiblity? i am leslie w. watson's responsibility for the next eight months, and though i know we haven't made the fact easy for each other, this is how it goes. why can't anyone take accountability for their actions anymore? the world wouldbe a impler place, really.
i don't know when OVC is going to pay me my first check, but i work wednesday. we got called in today, and liz decided to take this shift. it turns out she had field hockey today, though, and missed it. i don't know how that will affect her place on the team, but whatever. we'll work it out somehow. i just need some stability with this, though. we need to set up our official hours before our official start date rolls around, (which is the tenth.) i really like this job, though, it's very interesting, and i hope i can keep it for and through school. there are good hours, s if i wanted to pick up another job, i could. i might keep an eye out for an opening at ashley's bakery. i could work tere in the morning and at the clinic at night. or when i move out i'd like to find something closer to wherever i am. Dr. Wille might still needs someone at his office. god, the options are endless. i just really want to pick a direction.
i was looking at sinclair courses. i would like to study english but i don't know where that would take me. the only things that i can think of that makes me truly happy are children. so might look into child development. hmm. i looked into their graphic design course, and it just doesn't interest me like it used to. as much as i like usin computers to communicate, using them for work seems as if it would grow tedious. so scrap that idea. history! history is beautiful! as much as i'd like to be a historian in a museum, i'd like to restore art even more, but i don't know how high the demand is for that, and where i might go to study it... :) to have a profession would be beautiful.