Oh, you have the darkest eyes!
(RANT : SKIP IF NOT INTERESTED IN HEARING ME COMPLAIN)
I am spent. I am depressed. Alot of people around me seem to be in the same place or the opposite. I am about to try and tackle a shit load of work, and then I am going to go to bed, and get up and go to class and then go home try and do more work before FMLA, but I will most likely take a nap instead because all I seem to do now is nap when possible. ( and then go to work again because someone needs me to cover their shift.) I am angry at my self for letting things get so out of hand and letting my work pile up, but it is my own damn fault.
(DONE)
I can't stop listening to Sleater-KInney's -One More Hour. I must have listened to it ten times today. It is just so pretty and sad, which Is what I relate to as of late, because that is how I feel about fall.
I don't know whats up on the show front, but I wanna see more. Teenage Cool Kids was awesome last night.
I have been having weird bouts of crazy depression lately, but I try and write about it in my book, as suggested in therapy. It works, sometimes. But then I also loose the book sometimes which is terrifying because what if someone I wrote about finds its? I write about people, not at people, and they might take the book the wrong way.
Work sucked today, I forgot to remind Ashley before her shift was out to leave me the key to unlock the gate of the theatre, and I had to call my other boss to come in and unlock it for me. He then proceeded to scold me and tell me that I was not proving to him that I was responsible and told me that I had to give the up stairs a good cleaning before he got back at four to make up for it. Which I did, which took up all my time and I still couldn't finish before he got back, but that was overshadowed by the fact that Hellboy II brain wrapped and we had to give like, twenty people a refund for their tickets. And I was tired, because of the show last night, and depressed for various reasons, and I didn't get a stitch of homework done all weekend so all I could do not to crawl into a ball today was listen to that Sleater-Kinney song.
So it goes.
I am spent. I am depressed. Alot of people around me seem to be in the same place or the opposite. I am about to try and tackle a shit load of work, and then I am going to go to bed, and get up and go to class and then go home try and do more work before FMLA, but I will most likely take a nap instead because all I seem to do now is nap when possible. ( and then go to work again because someone needs me to cover their shift.) I am angry at my self for letting things get so out of hand and letting my work pile up, but it is my own damn fault.
(DONE)
I can't stop listening to Sleater-KInney's -One More Hour. I must have listened to it ten times today. It is just so pretty and sad, which Is what I relate to as of late, because that is how I feel about fall.
I don't know whats up on the show front, but I wanna see more. Teenage Cool Kids was awesome last night.
I have been having weird bouts of crazy depression lately, but I try and write about it in my book, as suggested in therapy. It works, sometimes. But then I also loose the book sometimes which is terrifying because what if someone I wrote about finds its? I write about people, not at people, and they might take the book the wrong way.
Work sucked today, I forgot to remind Ashley before her shift was out to leave me the key to unlock the gate of the theatre, and I had to call my other boss to come in and unlock it for me. He then proceeded to scold me and tell me that I was not proving to him that I was responsible and told me that I had to give the up stairs a good cleaning before he got back at four to make up for it. Which I did, which took up all my time and I still couldn't finish before he got back, but that was overshadowed by the fact that Hellboy II brain wrapped and we had to give like, twenty people a refund for their tickets. And I was tired, because of the show last night, and depressed for various reasons, and I didn't get a stitch of homework done all weekend so all I could do not to crawl into a ball today was listen to that Sleater-Kinney song.
So it goes.