If life was a musical, even the pain would be beautiful...
I'm supposed to be writing a children's book. I'm supposed to have the rough draft by next week so we can revise it and send it in to be published. So what am I doing? Being utterly bored out of my mind and refusing to do it. I must procrastinate in every arena of my life apparently.
I'm home for the summer.
I earned an A, A- and 3 Bs, which in high school would have been horrific for my gpa but in college I'm delighted. It is a lot harder, especially advanced french. I almost wet myself with glee when I found out I got a B in it. And in A in Shakespeare. (pssh, I didn't read any of the plays!) Ha.
Besides the fabulous Miss Sarah Queen, I have yet to see anyone since I've been home and it's a week today. I love hanging with my family and 3 pups, though they can be real brats, but going from hanging out with friends almost every second of the day at school to absolute zero is hard to adjust to.
I'm waiting to hear back from Toys R Us. Apparently once my background clears I'll be called in for orientation. I'm really hoping to get in at Target though. They can offer me more hours at higher pay and my destitute bootie could really use that. But a jobs a job right, and me working at Toys R Us sounds like perfection. "I don't want to grow up."
Besides my last sentiment, it appears like more and more everyday I'm being forced into it. This growing up fiasco that is. I'm officially a Junior in college, meaning in 2 maybe 2 1/2 years I'll be done with higher education and thrown out into the real world. My degree won't infact guarantee me a job, which is scary, though I'm working my way into the business as we speak(if I ever get off my lazy bum and write something meaningful.) Still I'm going to need something else until I write my pulitzer prize winning novel. 90 credits and I can apply to be a substitute. That will help. I'm going to see if I can take a dog grooming class also this summer, that way I'll have that too.
I need to work out. If I was a half way decent looking human being maybe I could find me a sugar daddy and not have to be so completely terrified by the thought of money(well lack there of.) It's utterly horrible how that is an actual thought of mine, especially being a writer, therefore all so consumed with the ideal of love. Money is the opposite of love I'd say, but sadly it seems to be just as necessary. Evil is just as necessary as good. What a dismal thought, but I'm almost certain it is true.
I've decided I am unsure of everything accept uncertainty. Almost anything you could imagine saying has doubt in it's undertones.
It's a dreary day and makes me think of Winnie the Pooh's "Blustery Day." My dogs ate the stuffing out of Winnie the Pooh's head yesterday and it looked like Christmas. Things like that and the fact I have once again forgotten to take my happy pills probably invoked my writing. That and procrastination of course.
I love you and miss you all, my friends from CMU and the ones else where I have not seen lately. Call me or message me if you want to see this. *muah*
I'm home for the summer.
I earned an A, A- and 3 Bs, which in high school would have been horrific for my gpa but in college I'm delighted. It is a lot harder, especially advanced french. I almost wet myself with glee when I found out I got a B in it. And in A in Shakespeare. (pssh, I didn't read any of the plays!) Ha.
Besides the fabulous Miss Sarah Queen, I have yet to see anyone since I've been home and it's a week today. I love hanging with my family and 3 pups, though they can be real brats, but going from hanging out with friends almost every second of the day at school to absolute zero is hard to adjust to.
I'm waiting to hear back from Toys R Us. Apparently once my background clears I'll be called in for orientation. I'm really hoping to get in at Target though. They can offer me more hours at higher pay and my destitute bootie could really use that. But a jobs a job right, and me working at Toys R Us sounds like perfection. "I don't want to grow up."
Besides my last sentiment, it appears like more and more everyday I'm being forced into it. This growing up fiasco that is. I'm officially a Junior in college, meaning in 2 maybe 2 1/2 years I'll be done with higher education and thrown out into the real world. My degree won't infact guarantee me a job, which is scary, though I'm working my way into the business as we speak(if I ever get off my lazy bum and write something meaningful.) Still I'm going to need something else until I write my pulitzer prize winning novel. 90 credits and I can apply to be a substitute. That will help. I'm going to see if I can take a dog grooming class also this summer, that way I'll have that too.
I need to work out. If I was a half way decent looking human being maybe I could find me a sugar daddy and not have to be so completely terrified by the thought of money(well lack there of.) It's utterly horrible how that is an actual thought of mine, especially being a writer, therefore all so consumed with the ideal of love. Money is the opposite of love I'd say, but sadly it seems to be just as necessary. Evil is just as necessary as good. What a dismal thought, but I'm almost certain it is true.
I've decided I am unsure of everything accept uncertainty. Almost anything you could imagine saying has doubt in it's undertones.
It's a dreary day and makes me think of Winnie the Pooh's "Blustery Day." My dogs ate the stuffing out of Winnie the Pooh's head yesterday and it looked like Christmas. Things like that and the fact I have once again forgotten to take my happy pills probably invoked my writing. That and procrastination of course.
I love you and miss you all, my friends from CMU and the ones else where I have not seen lately. Call me or message me if you want to see this. *muah*