moving forward, in theory

[the_female_form]

i filled out my fafsa. and applied to PCC. i was hoping to enroll for summer quarter but it might be too late for that. considering now i have to go take assessment tests, and go to an enrollment class, and go see an admissions adviser. but i can do this. if this is the thing that's gonna pull me out of my slump, i can do it. i always say i hate college, that the most depressing time of my life was when i was in college. but that was after kelly moved away and i got dumped. college was definitely not the only reason i was depressed. the depressed me then and the depressed me now should meet up and compare facts. maybe that way i would feel like i was making the right decision.

i just can't take this job anymore. i feel like everyone i work with is a complete idiot. they can't talk, they can't write, they can't do math. the only thing we have in common is the moronic idea that for some reason we should all stay at this shitty ass job. a job where the sign on the front door specifically tells us we're gonna get cancer and have reproductive damage and birth defects from working there. i hate my job, i hate your job. i just want to be somewhere during the day where i'm not treated like a fucking machine. give me something to do that only a human can, then maybe i'll feel a little self worth.

but on the other hand, my supervisors name is sebrina hart, and i just noticed that she signs her name shart. i got a giggle out of that.