honey just allow me one more chance
things going okay. all is well, a few threats of drama but they all settle out well. will make for a good summer.
summer school is pretty ugly. i have no patience to be sitting through those classes. for some reason my non-fic writing prof loves me. when i was talking to her, i let slip that the way i have to write for this class is not unlike how i write personally. its all just observations, the only thing is i cant play with words as much- but that would begin to get tiresome anyway if i were trying to doing it for 10 pages. i have to perform a few interviews, etc, mostly im doing this undercover and havent told the people that i am "interviewing" that this piece is basically about following rory around. its easy, im there anyway, its pretty entertaining, i dont have to figure out something else to write about, etc.
ive noticed i am an excuse-list-maker-and-collector.
i had pondered on writing about investigated my record shops but.... that includes spending money. its because that blasted rule does not work! the rule is that if its got 2/3 songs on it that i know and like (or at least know the words to) then ill buy it. that leaves me with buying more records than i listen to. i mostly just spin my bob dylan ones again and again. sometimes i throwsimon and garfunkle in the mix .... well and a few others, but you know.
new work is nothing but boredom. i am supposed to have my own cube on the opposite side of the floor with the tax folks but... i just never make my way over there. i try to work in mike's office as much as i can. mostly so far it has just been sorting through his tax paperwork and all the reciepts that he has kept over the past three years and making photocopies of everything. he feels sure that anytime soon now they will come down and audit him. he seems to be a little loose in his mind but he is basically nice, even though he has got to continually check in on me and doesnt seem to trust my intelligence. ive spent about 2 years altogether wokring in offices, so im not a complete waste of space. i havent told him all that- so far, like i said, all i do is sort and copy, draft a few letters, mess with his computer. i got hired out by my mom's boss to input a bunch of addresses into outlook. i keep forgetting about doing it though. she was supposed to have given it to me last weekend and here it is thursday and i havent touched the stupid thing.
plans for this weekend make everything okay.
summer school is pretty ugly. i have no patience to be sitting through those classes. for some reason my non-fic writing prof loves me. when i was talking to her, i let slip that the way i have to write for this class is not unlike how i write personally. its all just observations, the only thing is i cant play with words as much- but that would begin to get tiresome anyway if i were trying to doing it for 10 pages. i have to perform a few interviews, etc, mostly im doing this undercover and havent told the people that i am "interviewing" that this piece is basically about following rory around. its easy, im there anyway, its pretty entertaining, i dont have to figure out something else to write about, etc.
ive noticed i am an excuse-list-maker-and-collector.
i had pondered on writing about investigated my record shops but.... that includes spending money. its because that blasted rule does not work! the rule is that if its got 2/3 songs on it that i know and like (or at least know the words to) then ill buy it. that leaves me with buying more records than i listen to. i mostly just spin my bob dylan ones again and again. sometimes i throwsimon and garfunkle in the mix .... well and a few others, but you know.
new work is nothing but boredom. i am supposed to have my own cube on the opposite side of the floor with the tax folks but... i just never make my way over there. i try to work in mike's office as much as i can. mostly so far it has just been sorting through his tax paperwork and all the reciepts that he has kept over the past three years and making photocopies of everything. he feels sure that anytime soon now they will come down and audit him. he seems to be a little loose in his mind but he is basically nice, even though he has got to continually check in on me and doesnt seem to trust my intelligence. ive spent about 2 years altogether wokring in offices, so im not a complete waste of space. i havent told him all that- so far, like i said, all i do is sort and copy, draft a few letters, mess with his computer. i got hired out by my mom's boss to input a bunch of addresses into outlook. i keep forgetting about doing it though. she was supposed to have given it to me last weekend and here it is thursday and i havent touched the stupid thing.
plans for this weekend make everything okay.