Random Stuff
I had a dream that my friend Ryan died.
It was an awful and depressing dream.
So I wake up and try to call him, and he doesn't answer.
Uncool!
Nathan, sorry I missed your call. I'm unemployed, I'm rarely awake by 1pm, muchless before noon. :)
Speaking of unemployment, IT'S KILLING ME. I could be slightly more aggressive in my job search. Of course, it doesn't help the applications that I haven't had my Ritalin since SUNDAY. Sadly enough, I can tell.
My forehead still hurts from when I tried to kill Charlie. Stupid wall... and stupid 100 proof vodka and Bacardi 151....
Morgan, I miss you. Come play with me. And my dog.
I sewed the "tear" in my "new" jacket today. People don't like at me like I'm homeless anymore.
Got a message from old coworker. I'm greatly missed. My sarcasm and wit made that place feel warm and fuzzy... and slightly less like high school. I miss her too.
Walked through the Avl mall the other day and got REALLY depressed (but I learned the TRUE significance of adjusting lighting. In lightly colored stores like AE or Aero, it's not as noticeable. In Hollister and A&F where it's dark as shit and the employees probably all have significant eye problems because of the dark as shitness, it's actually important to make sure the spotlights are cross-lit {or not!}, and that they are aimed at the shoulder, not the elbow, of the shirts on sidebars. I would imagine it's probably easier to do though. I also realized the music at AE wasn't as bad as a lot of other places. I got a headache just from walking by a competitor). I cannot imagine spending the rest of my life working at a mall, and I fear if I get another job in retail it may happen.
All I want is a job where I can 1) make a difference (you know, do something for the greater good... make somebody feel nice, make me feel better about the world and probably myself as well) and 2) GET PAID FOR IT.
I volunteered my highschool heart out, and absolutely loved it (and I miss it), but it will not pay my bills.
I just remembered another dream I had. Bo asked me to get some alcohol for her from her stash. So I think there IS alcohol in my house. And now I know where to look for it. I'm not going to take any, I just want to know if I dreamed correctly.
Last, and actually least, why does AIM keep trying to make me use their email? I don't want it, but I'd do anything to keep that damn mailbox from flashing at me.
I'm tired of boring you now, so I'm going to go away.
It was an awful and depressing dream.
So I wake up and try to call him, and he doesn't answer.
Uncool!
Nathan, sorry I missed your call. I'm unemployed, I'm rarely awake by 1pm, muchless before noon. :)
Speaking of unemployment, IT'S KILLING ME. I could be slightly more aggressive in my job search. Of course, it doesn't help the applications that I haven't had my Ritalin since SUNDAY. Sadly enough, I can tell.
My forehead still hurts from when I tried to kill Charlie. Stupid wall... and stupid 100 proof vodka and Bacardi 151....
Morgan, I miss you. Come play with me. And my dog.
I sewed the "tear" in my "new" jacket today. People don't like at me like I'm homeless anymore.
Got a message from old coworker. I'm greatly missed. My sarcasm and wit made that place feel warm and fuzzy... and slightly less like high school. I miss her too.
Walked through the Avl mall the other day and got REALLY depressed (but I learned the TRUE significance of adjusting lighting. In lightly colored stores like AE or Aero, it's not as noticeable. In Hollister and A&F where it's dark as shit and the employees probably all have significant eye problems because of the dark as shitness, it's actually important to make sure the spotlights are cross-lit {or not!}, and that they are aimed at the shoulder, not the elbow, of the shirts on sidebars. I would imagine it's probably easier to do though. I also realized the music at AE wasn't as bad as a lot of other places. I got a headache just from walking by a competitor). I cannot imagine spending the rest of my life working at a mall, and I fear if I get another job in retail it may happen.
All I want is a job where I can 1) make a difference (you know, do something for the greater good... make somebody feel nice, make me feel better about the world and probably myself as well) and 2) GET PAID FOR IT.
I volunteered my highschool heart out, and absolutely loved it (and I miss it), but it will not pay my bills.
I just remembered another dream I had. Bo asked me to get some alcohol for her from her stash. So I think there IS alcohol in my house. And now I know where to look for it. I'm not going to take any, I just want to know if I dreamed correctly.
Last, and actually least, why does AIM keep trying to make me use their email? I don't want it, but I'd do anything to keep that damn mailbox from flashing at me.
I'm tired of boring you now, so I'm going to go away.