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i miss writing. it doesn't even really make sense as to why i don't do it anymore. i kept a journal every day while i was at camp, and even when i was out of my mind exhausted at the end of the day sometimes, i still wrote something, even if it was crazy tiny ramblings. there's stuff going on with me, and it's important to me, but its all so dwarfed by the importance of what i was doing at camp. god's good work, i guess! but now i find myself doing much more trivial things, like ballin' out of intellectual-control in my classes, practically raising my neighbors' kids via my godesslike babysitting skills, and reading campy, delicious, engrossing, costco-books like this one:
i actually just finished the thousand page fucker mere hours ago. i threw my arms in the air in triumph. hauling that thing around might have herniated a disc or two. speaking of which, i am still job-less, and thus still insurance-less, but regard-less of these things, i could really do with a medical check up. i fear i may be low in calcium or iron or some such thing.
but i did finish the unbearable lightness of being a few weeks ago, as well, and my goodness.. what a book. i have the movie from netflix sitting on the washing machine outside my room but i'm putting it off, not totally sure why. i just don't want to soil what i got from the book, just yet, probably.
anyway, i'm waiting to hear back from a job that bernie's trying his hardest to get me at the district attorney's office. i talked to my grandma today, for the first time in a few weeks, and she asked me if i'd gotten it yet, all excited and what not. not only do i really need this job, i now feel like i owe it to my grandma to make her proud. i know i'll get it, and like bernie said, it's a matter of when, not if. so i guess all i have to do is be patient.
in other news, i went on a cute little awkward date with a guy from my humanities class last weekend. i think he's really sweet and interesting, but i'm not sure if there's a real connection, and if there is, if we're anywhere near on the same level in regards to it. and my goodness, he's cute.
i actually just finished the thousand page fucker mere hours ago. i threw my arms in the air in triumph. hauling that thing around might have herniated a disc or two. speaking of which, i am still job-less, and thus still insurance-less, but regard-less of these things, i could really do with a medical check up. i fear i may be low in calcium or iron or some such thing.
but i did finish the unbearable lightness of being a few weeks ago, as well, and my goodness.. what a book. i have the movie from netflix sitting on the washing machine outside my room but i'm putting it off, not totally sure why. i just don't want to soil what i got from the book, just yet, probably.
anyway, i'm waiting to hear back from a job that bernie's trying his hardest to get me at the district attorney's office. i talked to my grandma today, for the first time in a few weeks, and she asked me if i'd gotten it yet, all excited and what not. not only do i really need this job, i now feel like i owe it to my grandma to make her proud. i know i'll get it, and like bernie said, it's a matter of when, not if. so i guess all i have to do is be patient.
in other news, i went on a cute little awkward date with a guy from my humanities class last weekend. i think he's really sweet and interesting, but i'm not sure if there's a real connection, and if there is, if we're anywhere near on the same level in regards to it. and my goodness, he's cute.