Sail Away With A Ball And Chain
So, it's been a little while.
School has started back and it's kicking my butt. Why on earth did I ever think it would be a fun idea to be an English major? Honestly. I am learning a lot, though. Which is more than I can say of my entire four years in a public high school.
You don't really realize how bad the economy is, until it somehow manages to get its hand on your family and finances. Things on the home front aren't going well at all. Dad had a business a while ago, and things fell apart. And now, basically, "Sir Speedy" is tracking dad and his business partner down demanding A LOT of money we don't have. I'm probably not supposed to be talking about this, but I don't see how I could possibly express to you how horrible I'm feeling right now without going into that.
So, as you all probably know by now-- I'm going to London in May, and I've been totally stoked about it... up until now... When dad is on the phone with a lawyer every time I see him... or the people wanting money from us. Every single time the phone rings I feel worse about my trip to London. The trip is already paid for...and everything is already booked... so there isn't really much that I can do about that. I feel even worse that they're trying to save up a little money for me to spend while I'm actually IN London... I would feel much better if I could save up my own money for this, but I've applied so many different places, and I don't know what it is, but even the hot dog shop in Ellenwood with the "Need Help" sign in the window won't hire me. I know it has to do with my lack of people skills.... and work experience... but I honestly try my hardest to make a good impression every time I go up to the places. I'm a quick learner, and once I don't feel as intimidated... I'm a really cool and nice person. At least, I think so.
And on top of all of that.... I owe 75 dollars to my stupid school for some new fee that they introduced after I had already paid... I wonder how much healthy organs go for on the black market these days....
Although I'm having a hard time finding it.... I'm REALLY trying to look on the bright side of things. Maybe things aren't quite as bad as I'm making them out to be. Maybe when my parents say "it's all going to be okay"... it means that everything is really going to be okay... that they aren't trying to protect me from having one of my panic attacks...
I'm sorry, but I've lost all train of thought for right now, because I just found Flogging Molly tickets for 26 bucks. (Which is a lot better than the 78 bucks ticketmaster is asking for...)... Goodnight all.
School has started back and it's kicking my butt. Why on earth did I ever think it would be a fun idea to be an English major? Honestly. I am learning a lot, though. Which is more than I can say of my entire four years in a public high school.
You don't really realize how bad the economy is, until it somehow manages to get its hand on your family and finances. Things on the home front aren't going well at all. Dad had a business a while ago, and things fell apart. And now, basically, "Sir Speedy" is tracking dad and his business partner down demanding A LOT of money we don't have. I'm probably not supposed to be talking about this, but I don't see how I could possibly express to you how horrible I'm feeling right now without going into that.
So, as you all probably know by now-- I'm going to London in May, and I've been totally stoked about it... up until now... When dad is on the phone with a lawyer every time I see him... or the people wanting money from us. Every single time the phone rings I feel worse about my trip to London. The trip is already paid for...and everything is already booked... so there isn't really much that I can do about that. I feel even worse that they're trying to save up a little money for me to spend while I'm actually IN London... I would feel much better if I could save up my own money for this, but I've applied so many different places, and I don't know what it is, but even the hot dog shop in Ellenwood with the "Need Help" sign in the window won't hire me. I know it has to do with my lack of people skills.... and work experience... but I honestly try my hardest to make a good impression every time I go up to the places. I'm a quick learner, and once I don't feel as intimidated... I'm a really cool and nice person. At least, I think so.
And on top of all of that.... I owe 75 dollars to my stupid school for some new fee that they introduced after I had already paid... I wonder how much healthy organs go for on the black market these days....
Although I'm having a hard time finding it.... I'm REALLY trying to look on the bright side of things. Maybe things aren't quite as bad as I'm making them out to be. Maybe when my parents say "it's all going to be okay"... it means that everything is really going to be okay... that they aren't trying to protect me from having one of my panic attacks...
I'm sorry, but I've lost all train of thought for right now, because I just found Flogging Molly tickets for 26 bucks. (Which is a lot better than the 78 bucks ticketmaster is asking for...)... Goodnight all.