of my dreams
P.S. I drank the entire bottle of wine last night. And then proceeded to watch The Devil Wears Prada with Greg. Simon Baker is gorgeous.
I have two jobs - one at the University, that pays quite well, and another, at Starbucks, at which I've just been promoted. I get tips each week and work with some swell people. Just not the super fantastic people that I used to work with. Despite credit card debt, I'm doing okay. And I felt superior to Greg, my gay room mate. He only has Starbucks. But now, he's pretty sure that he's getting another job at a totally cool local pizza joint care of one of our Starbucks partners.
I'm glad that he's happy, but I'm not happy about the fact that now both of us will be making good money. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm a little jealous. Shakespeares is a fantastic pizza joint - it's funky and independent. I guess I think that his situation is turning out better than mine. I'm afraid of the person that I have become - not truly happy for my friends, jealous of their accomplishments and (lately) too moody. I want to be happy for Greg, but I want to feel like I've got it better than he does. And I don't like that. I wonder when I turned into such a mean person.
Today was long. At work we went through a mini-seminar about e-marketing and then took Lynn out to lunch because last Saturday was her birthday. After work, I came home, met Greg's friend, Eric, who happens to be one of the girls that was always in the plays Lynn and I used to see during the semester of my rampant theatre going. I worked a bit on the project that Marty is having us do, then went to campus and met up with Brittany and Matt. We worked for a while and then I came home, changed, and went off to Starbucks. Now, I'm home and putting off finishing the power point that I volunteered to put together.
I miss you like crazy too. I just wanted to see him tonight. You know when you think that something, just one thing, will make it all better. I cut this cartoon out off the Missourian the other day. It's a political cartoon depicting the 2008 Political Oscars. It's hysterical yet subtly funny. I like it a lot.
I bought The Wall Street Journal's Complete Personal Finance Guidebook the other night in order to help me both academically and personally (the later more than the former). I know I need help. I just need time to read.
Perhaps I'll stalk Starbucks tomorrow night reading. Like that will help. The mantra that keeps running through my head is, 'someone can't love you until you love yourself.' I think that is crap. I'm going to see Worthington tomorrow. I'm no longer a student. Just a girl who happens to stop by his office and bring him coffee. Sometimes I think it's too bad he's almost as old as my dad, married and a father. Then I wash my mouth out with soap. Erase that last line, please.
I don't think I can put this assignment off any more. It's time to get down to business. Life, as we know it, sucks.
I have two jobs - one at the University, that pays quite well, and another, at Starbucks, at which I've just been promoted. I get tips each week and work with some swell people. Just not the super fantastic people that I used to work with. Despite credit card debt, I'm doing okay. And I felt superior to Greg, my gay room mate. He only has Starbucks. But now, he's pretty sure that he's getting another job at a totally cool local pizza joint care of one of our Starbucks partners.
I'm glad that he's happy, but I'm not happy about the fact that now both of us will be making good money. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm a little jealous. Shakespeares is a fantastic pizza joint - it's funky and independent. I guess I think that his situation is turning out better than mine. I'm afraid of the person that I have become - not truly happy for my friends, jealous of their accomplishments and (lately) too moody. I want to be happy for Greg, but I want to feel like I've got it better than he does. And I don't like that. I wonder when I turned into such a mean person.
Today was long. At work we went through a mini-seminar about e-marketing and then took Lynn out to lunch because last Saturday was her birthday. After work, I came home, met Greg's friend, Eric, who happens to be one of the girls that was always in the plays Lynn and I used to see during the semester of my rampant theatre going. I worked a bit on the project that Marty is having us do, then went to campus and met up with Brittany and Matt. We worked for a while and then I came home, changed, and went off to Starbucks. Now, I'm home and putting off finishing the power point that I volunteered to put together.
I miss you like crazy too. I just wanted to see him tonight. You know when you think that something, just one thing, will make it all better. I cut this cartoon out off the Missourian the other day. It's a political cartoon depicting the 2008 Political Oscars. It's hysterical yet subtly funny. I like it a lot.
I bought The Wall Street Journal's Complete Personal Finance Guidebook the other night in order to help me both academically and personally (the later more than the former). I know I need help. I just need time to read.
Perhaps I'll stalk Starbucks tomorrow night reading. Like that will help. The mantra that keeps running through my head is, 'someone can't love you until you love yourself.' I think that is crap. I'm going to see Worthington tomorrow. I'm no longer a student. Just a girl who happens to stop by his office and bring him coffee. Sometimes I think it's too bad he's almost as old as my dad, married and a father. Then I wash my mouth out with soap. Erase that last line, please.
I don't think I can put this assignment off any more. It's time to get down to business. Life, as we know it, sucks.