oh lj
LJ I miss you because you were the blog that let me say things to my friends that I couldn't say out loud. I guess I don't need that as much as I did in high school. Doesn't mean I don't still need it. We watch shows set in high school because real life is just a giant high school, isn't it? I almost ended that sentence with a period. I'm not interested in asking questions right now. I'm looking for answers I suppose.
I applied for more veterinary jobs yesterday. All online but still. I haven't given up and all signs point to that being something to be proud of. The default is giving up, right? So I'm above average.
I try not to think about how tech school is now 2 years away. I cry sometimes but not often. I still have this house and this partner and these cats. I still volunteer at Pixie. I flake out sometimes, but I'm trying.
My job is fine. It's a job. I just wish it was my "day job" and I was working toward something else. I suppose I am since I'm still in school. I'm taking chemistry this quarter, it starts on Saturday. Scared. Not scared. Wrong word. Tense and cautious and more than anything traumatized.
I feel like I'm forgetting something.
Boyfriend just asked me what I'm doing. Admitted that I'm writing in my livejournal. Described it as a semi-public blogging web site that none of my friends use anymore so no one I know will see it, probably, but I know it will be read but at the same time I'm not writing it for anyone in particular so I can be completely self-absorbed. Sound about write, lj?
Anyway let's be friends.
I applied for more veterinary jobs yesterday. All online but still. I haven't given up and all signs point to that being something to be proud of. The default is giving up, right? So I'm above average.
I try not to think about how tech school is now 2 years away. I cry sometimes but not often. I still have this house and this partner and these cats. I still volunteer at Pixie. I flake out sometimes, but I'm trying.
My job is fine. It's a job. I just wish it was my "day job" and I was working toward something else. I suppose I am since I'm still in school. I'm taking chemistry this quarter, it starts on Saturday. Scared. Not scared. Wrong word. Tense and cautious and more than anything traumatized.
I feel like I'm forgetting something.
Boyfriend just asked me what I'm doing. Admitted that I'm writing in my livejournal. Described it as a semi-public blogging web site that none of my friends use anymore so no one I know will see it, probably, but I know it will be read but at the same time I'm not writing it for anyone in particular so I can be completely self-absorbed. Sound about write, lj?
Anyway let's be friends.