Idle hands do the devil's work.
between everyone bitching about their jobs and school, i'm kind of glad to have neither right now. but not really.
it's really bizarre to wake up and not have to be somewhere. this will be less bizarre once the money runs dry and the loan payments start.
i have a phone interview Monday afternoon for a prop apprenticeship up in Connecticut. The state sucks. There's no smoking in any public restaurant or bar, things close at like 7:00 p.m. and it's pretty much just plain shitty. At least that's how my friend Hilary describes it. I really can't be excited about this until I actually have it. The last time I called job I didn't get it. However, I do look forward to the smoke free environment, the chance to live with my best friend's mom who's a little nuts but a very kind and generous woman, being closer to Boston, and getting out of the state of vagina. I mean virginia. whatever, ding dang doo. I'm sick of being in the south. I'm sick of being HERE in this position, in this time, in this period of lackluster achievements and trying to put icing on dog shit to make it a wedding cake.
I'm extremely bitter that people are working away but are displeased. I suppose it's a forever grass greener situation.
no one is really pressuring me to get a job either. I still haven't unpacked any of my stuff other than clothes at home. I have a really tiny room with no desk, so I haven't even hooked up my desktop. I can't really remember what is in these rubbermaid bins. Maybe it's a sign of not needing it. There's also a bunch of stupid relics in my room. Dad just bought the house so he's in the process of trying to clear out the garage of junk. Maybe I should do the same thing.
It's the beginning of day 27 without a job. I'm probably going to have to go crazy and slay a bunch of zombies soon...
it's really bizarre to wake up and not have to be somewhere. this will be less bizarre once the money runs dry and the loan payments start.
i have a phone interview Monday afternoon for a prop apprenticeship up in Connecticut. The state sucks. There's no smoking in any public restaurant or bar, things close at like 7:00 p.m. and it's pretty much just plain shitty. At least that's how my friend Hilary describes it. I really can't be excited about this until I actually have it. The last time I called job I didn't get it. However, I do look forward to the smoke free environment, the chance to live with my best friend's mom who's a little nuts but a very kind and generous woman, being closer to Boston, and getting out of the state of vagina. I mean virginia. whatever, ding dang doo. I'm sick of being in the south. I'm sick of being HERE in this position, in this time, in this period of lackluster achievements and trying to put icing on dog shit to make it a wedding cake.
I'm extremely bitter that people are working away but are displeased. I suppose it's a forever grass greener situation.
no one is really pressuring me to get a job either. I still haven't unpacked any of my stuff other than clothes at home. I have a really tiny room with no desk, so I haven't even hooked up my desktop. I can't really remember what is in these rubbermaid bins. Maybe it's a sign of not needing it. There's also a bunch of stupid relics in my room. Dad just bought the house so he's in the process of trying to clear out the garage of junk. Maybe I should do the same thing.
It's the beginning of day 27 without a job. I'm probably going to have to go crazy and slay a bunch of zombies soon...