Monuments burn into moments
Nothing seems to matter much right now. I feel that I am falling into a hole. I've been to a total of two of my classes this week. That means I missed three seperate class meets. THis is a bad thing... I also called into work sick (lie) Tuesday, and didn't work today after telling my manager that I was having a "hard time balancing school, work and sleep". That's not a lie, but I could and should have worked today. I missed math twice this week, and one of those days was a test day. The syllabus says "no test remakes will be granted". Leave it to me to read this 2 days too late. This could have a severe impact on my grade... Kind of tragic since I only need this and one more math to fufill my degree requirments at Riddle. The notion that I'm allowed by society to fuck up my first semester of college* isn't helping my attitude. *Pima isn't my college.
I'm trying to sell of car now. 6 months beats 5 months on the Integra. Still, I can't help but wonder why I have grown tired of Prelude. I'm going to take out a loan with my parents and will therefore be under a financial burden for the following 1-2 years.
Lastly... my music has yet to arrive at my doorstep. All 3 albums are in United States Postal Service limbo. And they will contine to be in said place for the next week, which I find to be deeply upsetting. I need that music, now.
I'm bloody tired of my job already. I was not made for 8 hour shifts where I have to search for something to do for the majority of. But if I don't find something to do... well, that just "can't happen". My position there is deviating from "film master" to "counter master with film on the side". Fucking lame. I can deal with people but I really don't like them.
I'd say that this was an overall negative rant.
I'm trying to sell of car now. 6 months beats 5 months on the Integra. Still, I can't help but wonder why I have grown tired of Prelude. I'm going to take out a loan with my parents and will therefore be under a financial burden for the following 1-2 years.
Lastly... my music has yet to arrive at my doorstep. All 3 albums are in United States Postal Service limbo. And they will contine to be in said place for the next week, which I find to be deeply upsetting. I need that music, now.
I'm bloody tired of my job already. I was not made for 8 hour shifts where I have to search for something to do for the majority of. But if I don't find something to do... well, that just "can't happen". My position there is deviating from "film master" to "counter master with film on the side". Fucking lame. I can deal with people but I really don't like them.
I'd say that this was an overall negative rant.