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Last week flew by...and this week hasn't at all. Yesterday afternoon at work sucked ass. I sat there and basically just stared at the computer screen for the last 2 hours.
Living by myself is a lot different. It's kind of scary in a way. Not really scary so much as boring actually. I don't have anyone to talk to unless I call them, cause heaven forbid anyone call me. Being 18 hasn't really changed too much of anything. Besides the fact that I can buy cigarettes now and get into clubs, which I did before hand anyways. So yea, it hasnt changed too much. Ohh, my dad can't tell me what to do anymore :O Thank God. Which he hasn't really done too much of that except for get onto my case about smoking. Not any of his business anyways. I'm the one who's going to die of lung cancer, not him.
I still don't know what I want to do in college. I know that I want to make something of myself. And I want to be known wherever I work for doing something really grand. That would be nice. And I want to be a great mom. Sometimes I just want to be a housewife, but I suppose you have to have a working husband in order to do that. Plus, that wouldn't be that good if I married a guy who wasn't Peanuts father and asked him to work all week and support me and his step-son while I sit at home all day cleaning and cooking. Scratch that. I don't want to sit at home all day and clean. I hate cleaning. Speaking of, I've got a messy house with baby stuff all over the place.
I love how I start off on one subject and by the time I'm done talking I've talked about 20 other subjects all stemming off of eachother. I need to stop that.
I guess I need to get back to work. They don't pay me to update my journal. Have a nice weekend everybody-just in case I don't get to update again :)
Living by myself is a lot different. It's kind of scary in a way. Not really scary so much as boring actually. I don't have anyone to talk to unless I call them, cause heaven forbid anyone call me. Being 18 hasn't really changed too much of anything. Besides the fact that I can buy cigarettes now and get into clubs, which I did before hand anyways. So yea, it hasnt changed too much. Ohh, my dad can't tell me what to do anymore :O Thank God. Which he hasn't really done too much of that except for get onto my case about smoking. Not any of his business anyways. I'm the one who's going to die of lung cancer, not him.
I still don't know what I want to do in college. I know that I want to make something of myself. And I want to be known wherever I work for doing something really grand. That would be nice. And I want to be a great mom. Sometimes I just want to be a housewife, but I suppose you have to have a working husband in order to do that. Plus, that wouldn't be that good if I married a guy who wasn't Peanuts father and asked him to work all week and support me and his step-son while I sit at home all day cleaning and cooking. Scratch that. I don't want to sit at home all day and clean. I hate cleaning. Speaking of, I've got a messy house with baby stuff all over the place.
I love how I start off on one subject and by the time I'm done talking I've talked about 20 other subjects all stemming off of eachother. I need to stop that.
I guess I need to get back to work. They don't pay me to update my journal. Have a nice weekend everybody-just in case I don't get to update again :)