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hmmm, sure i'll update
oh, well i guess i'm unemployed. i told my boss to take me off the schedule, and he said that if i wanted to i could cover some shifts here and there when it fit my schedule. i acted like i was really busy otherwise and said "oh well gosh i will try to figure that out".... but eh. i picked up my last paycheck yesterday and used my employee discount one last time, and now it's a done deal.
in the last couple of weeks, i've spent almost as much time in cars en route to places than in those actual places. 14 hours to chicago, 48 hours there, 12 hours back. 3.5 hours to north carolina, another hour to a different place in north carolina, 36 hours in north carolina, 4.5 hours back. 7 hours to florida, 48 hours there, 7 hours back. YIKES.
luckily, i wont have a chance to be too burned out on driving, because my poor baby taurus burned out on me a few nights ago. dad thinks he can fix it though so we'll see. as for now, i am still in the market for a used car that will be more reliable for the relatively long trips to and from milledgeville.
i've been giving a friend of mine some input about some writing he's been working on, and it makes me think a lot about how cowardly i am. i get all excited to talk to someone else about his or her stuff, and when i read i go through a hundred ideas about how i would have written this and that part, but i never just sit my ass down and write. i'm probably just so used to praise and amazement from people regarding school essays and lit analysis papers that i am scared as hell of havimg to take criticism (or even polite suggestions!) about any work i might do of my own free will. i know that writing and language and all that "stuff" is my talent-- i don't do anything else nearly as well-- and i've been on a roll lately when i've been called to write things. but i havent challenged myself at all. makes me feel like a really big phoney. i'm like that huge-ass man-child the really good little league teams have as pitchers-- there's no fuckin' way that kid is 12! he just found some way to keep in the lower age brackets so that he could steer his team of kiddies to victory without having to do much.
tons of shit going down in the family, with my brother and on my father's side primarily. i'll not discuss further :-/
moving day will probably be sometime before aug 1 now, so i really don't know when i'm out of here. probably leaving within 2 weeks. ay yay yayyyyyy i can't wait.
oh, well i guess i'm unemployed. i told my boss to take me off the schedule, and he said that if i wanted to i could cover some shifts here and there when it fit my schedule. i acted like i was really busy otherwise and said "oh well gosh i will try to figure that out".... but eh. i picked up my last paycheck yesterday and used my employee discount one last time, and now it's a done deal.
in the last couple of weeks, i've spent almost as much time in cars en route to places than in those actual places. 14 hours to chicago, 48 hours there, 12 hours back. 3.5 hours to north carolina, another hour to a different place in north carolina, 36 hours in north carolina, 4.5 hours back. 7 hours to florida, 48 hours there, 7 hours back. YIKES.
luckily, i wont have a chance to be too burned out on driving, because my poor baby taurus burned out on me a few nights ago. dad thinks he can fix it though so we'll see. as for now, i am still in the market for a used car that will be more reliable for the relatively long trips to and from milledgeville.
i've been giving a friend of mine some input about some writing he's been working on, and it makes me think a lot about how cowardly i am. i get all excited to talk to someone else about his or her stuff, and when i read i go through a hundred ideas about how i would have written this and that part, but i never just sit my ass down and write. i'm probably just so used to praise and amazement from people regarding school essays and lit analysis papers that i am scared as hell of havimg to take criticism (or even polite suggestions!) about any work i might do of my own free will. i know that writing and language and all that "stuff" is my talent-- i don't do anything else nearly as well-- and i've been on a roll lately when i've been called to write things. but i havent challenged myself at all. makes me feel like a really big phoney. i'm like that huge-ass man-child the really good little league teams have as pitchers-- there's no fuckin' way that kid is 12! he just found some way to keep in the lower age brackets so that he could steer his team of kiddies to victory without having to do much.
tons of shit going down in the family, with my brother and on my father's side primarily. i'll not discuss further :-/
moving day will probably be sometime before aug 1 now, so i really don't know when i'm out of here. probably leaving within 2 weeks. ay yay yayyyyyy i can't wait.