Stagnant times
I need to light a firecracker under my ass as my dad would say.
Things are piling and piling up, and I am pushing them into the corner.
I seriously think I have a coping disorder... with reality.
I need an internship. The deadline is looming. Pressure from parents, pressure from grad school to have experience, and pressure from myself to not end up like all those jobless slobs I am terribly frigtnened of. Did I mention I hate writing resumes/cover letters? Because I do.
I just want to fall into his blue eyes instead. Or buy shoes, or feel the warmth of the sun on my skin. I need warmth in my life. Things are thawing out, but I can still feel the cold. And the fucking wind at Umass, sick of that shit. Amherst should be the windy city, not chicago.
I gave my application in to be a peer advisor this summer. I hope it is what I expected. I am so sick of big y. I feel like it is slowly killing me, both physically (my back is hurting again) and mentally (i never was so stressed by people in my life). I would love a nice cushy office job where I can pal around with my coworkers and help students figure stuff out. I don't even mind if I am someone's coffee slave for a bit. I just hate retail. As long as it is what I expect, I think this summer won't entirely suck.
Funny stories from today:
I was walking to the busstop and a group of young gangsta-like fellas was walking towards me. Must have been my crazy curly hair blowing in the wind and those hoop earings making me look sassy, because I just knew they were going to say something as they passed me. And they did. One of them goes, "Ahhh damn shorty! Looks like your having a good day today!" I proceeded to say "Yes I am, and how are you?"
Haha, I am such a cracker. It was a good laugh.
And then on the bus there was a mountain man with a long white beard and a small tree-trunk as a walking stick. He seemed drunk and moved like a robot, and spotted a kid wearing a red sox hat and proceeded to talk across the bus (6 ft away) to said kid during his whole ride with long intervals of silence. Every five minutes he would start up again with "Yeah that Kurt Shilling is a great guy, hes doin so good," except imagine that in an incredibly loud faltering voice. I had to hide my face to not laugh because the kid who was behind me was cracking up. Very inappropriate.
Went running a few days ago. Still feel the burn. I found out the other day that my mom is more flexible than I. Ouch.
Hope tomorrow is eventful. it's friday after all.
Things are piling and piling up, and I am pushing them into the corner.
I seriously think I have a coping disorder... with reality.
I need an internship. The deadline is looming. Pressure from parents, pressure from grad school to have experience, and pressure from myself to not end up like all those jobless slobs I am terribly frigtnened of. Did I mention I hate writing resumes/cover letters? Because I do.
I just want to fall into his blue eyes instead. Or buy shoes, or feel the warmth of the sun on my skin. I need warmth in my life. Things are thawing out, but I can still feel the cold. And the fucking wind at Umass, sick of that shit. Amherst should be the windy city, not chicago.
I gave my application in to be a peer advisor this summer. I hope it is what I expected. I am so sick of big y. I feel like it is slowly killing me, both physically (my back is hurting again) and mentally (i never was so stressed by people in my life). I would love a nice cushy office job where I can pal around with my coworkers and help students figure stuff out. I don't even mind if I am someone's coffee slave for a bit. I just hate retail. As long as it is what I expect, I think this summer won't entirely suck.
Funny stories from today:
I was walking to the busstop and a group of young gangsta-like fellas was walking towards me. Must have been my crazy curly hair blowing in the wind and those hoop earings making me look sassy, because I just knew they were going to say something as they passed me. And they did. One of them goes, "Ahhh damn shorty! Looks like your having a good day today!" I proceeded to say "Yes I am, and how are you?"
Haha, I am such a cracker. It was a good laugh.
And then on the bus there was a mountain man with a long white beard and a small tree-trunk as a walking stick. He seemed drunk and moved like a robot, and spotted a kid wearing a red sox hat and proceeded to talk across the bus (6 ft away) to said kid during his whole ride with long intervals of silence. Every five minutes he would start up again with "Yeah that Kurt Shilling is a great guy, hes doin so good," except imagine that in an incredibly loud faltering voice. I had to hide my face to not laugh because the kid who was behind me was cracking up. Very inappropriate.
Went running a few days ago. Still feel the burn. I found out the other day that my mom is more flexible than I. Ouch.
Hope tomorrow is eventful. it's friday after all.