okay you are all coming in loud in clear
You ever wake up one day and wonder what the fuck happened to your life. People have been complaining that I do too much for well... ever. I replaced all my group and clubs with work, and then to make sure I was as busy as possible I found yet another job. Well once again my health has told me to slow the fuck down. According to my doctor my daily routine of getting up at 4 and going to bed at 1 is not healthy. It is so unhealthy in fact I brought back my mono. O joy. I am still feeling guilty for balling on this Friday's crew adventure of going to see Jim Bruer (plug for Meghan: still can get tickets to see goatboy for snl at strawberry's at salem state). By the time I get off work, the show it 2/3 over. To show how really sorry I you are all invited to my new apartment after for drinks. Keep in mind that I have to attend a class on Saturday in Watertown (anyone who can tell me where that is would be appreciated). For those of you who don't know I have got this social oragnization class (yes Meghan I still can't say the full title of the class) where as I have to develop/work for a grass roots organiztion and the place that I landed was parents helping parents. Yes I, a 22 year old white female, will be facilitating a support groups for parents in Lynn. It is so strange but I am really excited and scared to do it at the same time. I know that many of you think that I am comepletly insane that I continue to work in the manner that I do, but for what ever reason I love what I do. Speaking off, I am so transfering out of newburyport, the commute is killing me. When Mom saw me she says I look so much older. I guess that is mom code for you are getting wrinkles and gray hair, not the mention the lovely shades of purple bags. John, a new friend from english class, possed a very interesting question to me. He asked me how I could care so much for other people's lives but let my life fall apart. No answer yet. I suppose because I always think that I'll make time later. Well enough of that. Starting this sunday, I will have sunday's off. That means it is a day for me, and the lucky few of you who get stuck hanging out with me. I am hoping that by the end of the month I will manage to have three days off. It is not much but it is progress. Okay things that have made me laugh: "It is easy to handle a woman once you realize that she's not a man." Tarzan the disney movie is being called a classic. My brother, a man who could not run around a football field, ran his first marathon in hartford and was 207 out of over 1000. Did I mention that he didn't train and ran on a hang over. Personal ads. enough said. I spent two hours talking to a guy and didn't realize that he was an exboyfriend of mine who had "broken my heart" by cheating on me in highschool. The fact that I am being refered to as "the ghost." My new nickname at work..."Queen of Sheeba." dont ask. The fact that I could have graduated last spring and I'm still in college. J talking to himself in my bathroom about how good looking he is preparing for his blind date. Life. good enough for now.