shine brighter
Another one of my new year's resolutions is that I don't drive while talking on my cell phone. Well, when you get a call that your service might be cut soon if the bill isn't paid, I'll take it. I wonder sometimes, if that by supporting me, my parents have had to let some things slip.
Well, it seems that Mizzou went paperless with its statements this past semester and everyone who was a student then had to jump on board. Too bad no one actually told us. Outright. Oh, it was in the fine print. On page 73. Of 129 pages. So, it seems that registering for Marty's business and economic reporting class is going to be a bit more difficult. I am in credit card debt. After this goes through, I'll owe close to two grand between two credit cards. I hate money. And the fact that I spend it.
I guess I'll just have to see what a few weeks of whatever-is-in-the-fridge is like. That sounded mean. But I know that I've gotten into the habit of eating out more often than I used to. So, we'll see if this has any positive effect on my waistline.
On Monday night, this guy named Paul came into Starbucks. He's tall, with dark curly hair. He had a tall decaf coffee and sat in the corner reading. He came into Brickton on Tuesday because it seems he also moonlights as a technician for some firm in town (or out, I don't know) that Starbucks contracts. He then came into my store on Wednesday night. He happens to be from Decatur. And he's pretty cute. Now, I know myself. At least, this part of myself. I think he's cute. I attempt, in my pathetic way, to talk to him. And then develop a crush. Only, it's not a crush, but a mild liking. Since I don't know anything about him. But he didn't come in last night. I know, because Greg was working and I made an effort to stop by and fill out my direct bill paperwork at the time he normally comes in. I'm putting way too much stock in this.
I had an epiphany on Monday. Monday was big day. It seemed like there was a lot of turn around after that. I realized that I didn't really learn anything in college. I know that I'm prepared for the responsibilities of the outside world. But I just don't feel like I know anything.
I think a shower might help. Hot water streaming all over. Nice smells. A little bit of pampering myself. Sometimes I feel like that's all I do - pamper myself. But I can't tell anymore. I can't tell the difference between what I do for me and what I do for others, through me. Does that make sense? It seems little does anymore.
Well, it seems that Mizzou went paperless with its statements this past semester and everyone who was a student then had to jump on board. Too bad no one actually told us. Outright. Oh, it was in the fine print. On page 73. Of 129 pages. So, it seems that registering for Marty's business and economic reporting class is going to be a bit more difficult. I am in credit card debt. After this goes through, I'll owe close to two grand between two credit cards. I hate money. And the fact that I spend it.
I guess I'll just have to see what a few weeks of whatever-is-in-the-fridge is like. That sounded mean. But I know that I've gotten into the habit of eating out more often than I used to. So, we'll see if this has any positive effect on my waistline.
On Monday night, this guy named Paul came into Starbucks. He's tall, with dark curly hair. He had a tall decaf coffee and sat in the corner reading. He came into Brickton on Tuesday because it seems he also moonlights as a technician for some firm in town (or out, I don't know) that Starbucks contracts. He then came into my store on Wednesday night. He happens to be from Decatur. And he's pretty cute. Now, I know myself. At least, this part of myself. I think he's cute. I attempt, in my pathetic way, to talk to him. And then develop a crush. Only, it's not a crush, but a mild liking. Since I don't know anything about him. But he didn't come in last night. I know, because Greg was working and I made an effort to stop by and fill out my direct bill paperwork at the time he normally comes in. I'm putting way too much stock in this.
I had an epiphany on Monday. Monday was big day. It seemed like there was a lot of turn around after that. I realized that I didn't really learn anything in college. I know that I'm prepared for the responsibilities of the outside world. But I just don't feel like I know anything.
I think a shower might help. Hot water streaming all over. Nice smells. A little bit of pampering myself. Sometimes I feel like that's all I do - pamper myself. But I can't tell anymore. I can't tell the difference between what I do for me and what I do for others, through me. Does that make sense? It seems little does anymore.