be excited, be be excited!
My friends, my friends. I'd like to express to you all how shitty my last week has been. And how much it has made me come to the realization that I'm a failure and I suck at life. Work: FANTABULOUS. I've decided I'm going to quit as soon as I can find myself another job. School: INCREDIBLY AWESOME! I'm failing like.. ALL MY CLASSES! Mom and Dad will be exuberant. I can see the smiles on their faces right now and the offering of goods for my highly praisable achievements. Goods involving a hand coming into contact with my ass in a very FIRM, HARSH and SWIFT manner. No. They would never do that. My mom would just say I'm grounded. Grounded from life. FOR LIFE. BUT WHAT LIFE! I've given up on New York City or Boston for now. I think I'll settle with a college in Connecticut for 2 years, MAXIMUM. Work my ass off hard. And go somewhere in one of those cities. Preferably BU, School of Communications.
But yes. Oh, the future comes upon us all. And how frightening it all is.
So.
FRIDAY: was fun.
SATURDAY: motherf'in sucked. Work was just awful. After having been lead on to believe that there would be no more 6 hour shifts, which made me consider not quitting at all, it turns out it applies to all days except Saturday's and Friday's. So I assumed I'd get out of that shithole around approximately 5:30, but ended up staying til 8. They were all a bunch of jerks there too that night. I was so irritated with everything that I didn't realize a bottle of 2 Liter Coca-Cola rolling off the countertop whilst bagging. GROUND. IMPACT. BOOM. SPLASH. My entire left pant leg was soaked with the lovely sugary stickiness of what may just happen to be your favorite beverage. Not only that, but a buttload of embarrassment dawned upon me. But you know. Laugh laugh. I laughed at myself, and everything turned out to be okay.
I can't stand Stacy.
She has the WORST, INDIRECT attitude with me EVER.
I love CAPITALIZING words to EMPHASIZE what I NEED TO SAY.
So, I got out at 8. And ran to the Webster only to feel the urge to cry even more so than I did after the unfortunate mishaps at work. I won't even bother going into the rest of it.
I've never felt so exhausted as I have this past week.
Okay. How about fun happy thoughts now?
Monday morning, I made a successful attempt of IMing Mr. Jacques Brautbar. The attempt of IMing him was successful, yes, but the conversation turned out not to be! Hahah, thanks goes to Julia for ideas on what to say to him. Brilliance.
Yayyy, and the events that seem to be the only things that make me happy anymore.. SHOWS!
October 24th: ADAM for the 4th time.
November 15th: Phantom Planet @ Toad's Place in New Haven
November ??th: Phantom Planet @ The Bowery in NYC, MAYBE. I <3.
I'm excited.
But not so much excited about tomorrow:... senior photos. Ewww.
(cont. on pg. 143)
But yes. Oh, the future comes upon us all. And how frightening it all is.
So.
FRIDAY: was fun.
SATURDAY: motherf'in sucked. Work was just awful. After having been lead on to believe that there would be no more 6 hour shifts, which made me consider not quitting at all, it turns out it applies to all days except Saturday's and Friday's. So I assumed I'd get out of that shithole around approximately 5:30, but ended up staying til 8. They were all a bunch of jerks there too that night. I was so irritated with everything that I didn't realize a bottle of 2 Liter Coca-Cola rolling off the countertop whilst bagging. GROUND. IMPACT. BOOM. SPLASH. My entire left pant leg was soaked with the lovely sugary stickiness of what may just happen to be your favorite beverage. Not only that, but a buttload of embarrassment dawned upon me. But you know. Laugh laugh. I laughed at myself, and everything turned out to be okay.
I can't stand Stacy.
She has the WORST, INDIRECT attitude with me EVER.
I love CAPITALIZING words to EMPHASIZE what I NEED TO SAY.
So, I got out at 8. And ran to the Webster only to feel the urge to cry even more so than I did after the unfortunate mishaps at work. I won't even bother going into the rest of it.
I've never felt so exhausted as I have this past week.
Okay. How about fun happy thoughts now?
Monday morning, I made a successful attempt of IMing Mr. Jacques Brautbar. The attempt of IMing him was successful, yes, but the conversation turned out not to be! Hahah, thanks goes to Julia for ideas on what to say to him. Brilliance.
Yayyy, and the events that seem to be the only things that make me happy anymore.. SHOWS!
October 24th: ADAM for the 4th time.
November 15th: Phantom Planet @ Toad's Place in New Haven
November ??th: Phantom Planet @ The Bowery in NYC, MAYBE. I <3.
I'm excited.
But not so much excited about tomorrow:... senior photos. Ewww.
(cont. on pg. 143)