give your immortality to me, i'll set you up against the stars.
Woo. I got the job. I start training on Wednesday, but really, how much training do you need for tidying crap up and putting things on shelves? I've been doing that my entire life and haven't gotten paid. Ah well. Even though I have to wear khakis again, which sucks large, because I burned all of mine, I will no longer be a poor college student. I will be a frugal college student because I'm saving for tattoo money and also LoZ: Twilight Princess money. (Oh, and car money. But that's only like 100 dollars a month and easily doable.) Though it really shouldn't take me that long at all. Maybe two paychecks? I'm only working about 20 hours a week, so that's fantastic, because I'll still have time to do all my homework. And watch House. Yay.
Urg. I've got blisters galore on the backs of my ankles. It sucks, but the shoes were so cute. And the only other pair of shoes that I could have worn were summer shoes and it was still a bit too cold to wear them. And I couldn't wear flipflops. Mostly because I don't have a pair, but you just can't wear that to an interview.
You know what song I like? "The Devil Went Down to Georgia". Yeah. I like fiddles. Haha. I'm such a loser.
In Political Science today, Jozwiak walked down the little table-bench things in the lecture hall. It was pretty funny. And I liked the song that he played at the beginning of class too. Very New Orleans.
English was very creepy today. We watched Marilyn Manson videos, which are actually genius in the rhetorical meanings behind them. We watched "Dope Show" and "I Don't Like the Drugs (But the Drugs Like Me)". And they creeped me out. Ugh. Shudder. However, I did learn that the drugs referenced are not actually drugs and that people have written books analyzing his music videos, which I thought was pretty cool. I mean, today lyrics don't go any deeper than "Oh, you're so pretty and I want to screw you" or "Yeah, I'm hot, but you can't have me" or "Damn, I cheated, but it's okay, 'cause I'm hot". Well, most of them are like that, with few exceptions. The only Manson songs I've ever liked are his covers of "Sweet Dreams" and "Tainted Love".
A-yup. Hmm. I can't wait to go home this weekend. Perhaps Ashley and I can go out... *flail of happiness* I want to go home now. I would skip choir, but I like it too much. And I already skipped like, three times and I don't want my grade penalized anymore.
Penal colony. Funny phrase. It always makes me giggle like I'm five years old. Which is a very freaky picture in my mind.
Oh my poor ankles. I must go put some goopy healing stuff and band-aids on them, and then read, and then sleep. I like sleep. I wish I could sleep for a whole day. And have a really cool dream and then write the dream down in amazing detail and then get it published and never have to work again.
Man, I'm tired. And also possibly delirious. But those kinds of blogs are always the best, you know?
Urg. I've got blisters galore on the backs of my ankles. It sucks, but the shoes were so cute. And the only other pair of shoes that I could have worn were summer shoes and it was still a bit too cold to wear them. And I couldn't wear flipflops. Mostly because I don't have a pair, but you just can't wear that to an interview.
You know what song I like? "The Devil Went Down to Georgia". Yeah. I like fiddles. Haha. I'm such a loser.
In Political Science today, Jozwiak walked down the little table-bench things in the lecture hall. It was pretty funny. And I liked the song that he played at the beginning of class too. Very New Orleans.
English was very creepy today. We watched Marilyn Manson videos, which are actually genius in the rhetorical meanings behind them. We watched "Dope Show" and "I Don't Like the Drugs (But the Drugs Like Me)". And they creeped me out. Ugh. Shudder. However, I did learn that the drugs referenced are not actually drugs and that people have written books analyzing his music videos, which I thought was pretty cool. I mean, today lyrics don't go any deeper than "Oh, you're so pretty and I want to screw you" or "Yeah, I'm hot, but you can't have me" or "Damn, I cheated, but it's okay, 'cause I'm hot". Well, most of them are like that, with few exceptions. The only Manson songs I've ever liked are his covers of "Sweet Dreams" and "Tainted Love".
A-yup. Hmm. I can't wait to go home this weekend. Perhaps Ashley and I can go out... *flail of happiness* I want to go home now. I would skip choir, but I like it too much. And I already skipped like, three times and I don't want my grade penalized anymore.
Penal colony. Funny phrase. It always makes me giggle like I'm five years old. Which is a very freaky picture in my mind.
Oh my poor ankles. I must go put some goopy healing stuff and band-aids on them, and then read, and then sleep. I like sleep. I wish I could sleep for a whole day. And have a really cool dream and then write the dream down in amazing detail and then get it published and never have to work again.
Man, I'm tired. And also possibly delirious. But those kinds of blogs are always the best, you know?