poppin' pills
So much for the outfit I intended on wearing for new years. Yeah I tried it on, and I think the dress might be a tad on the hooker side of the spectrum. Don’t get me wrong, of course ;) I look good, but I suppose I do not want to send out the message of “hooker” when ringing in the New Year and saying goodbye to 2004. So I’ve decided to go with the sparkly shirt that I wore to Stargate years ago, the one that shed and made everyone around me all sparkly. I figure that best time to be glittery is new years. I still intend on wearing the red shoes, cause then I can feel like Dorothy.
I’ve been up to more than just deciding what I will wear for new years. My room is as clean as it could be. It did take two days to clear out the mess so someone could actually walk in it. And now I can stumble to my bed with ease after a night out on Water St. Sadly, I watched all of the OC and even shed a tear as Ryan goes to take care of Theresa and when Seth went to sail away his sorrows. Oh how sad.
I looked online for some careers, but not much luck there. Most jobs are for people just with a high school diploma or those with 5-7 years corporate experience. My father wants me to be rich because I think one day he hopes that I will support him or something. It’s exhausting being his daughter. I feel like such a failure or a disappointment. It was the same when I played basketball and why wouldn’t I try to play basketball for Wisconsin because obviously I am good enough to do so (btw I wasn’t.) But on top of that I just didn’t want to. To this day I still hear you could have been a ball player, etc. It’s the same now, except with my future. Just because I am graduating doesn’t mean that my whole life needs to be planned out or what I end up doing will be forever. And of course I want to make good money; like enough to be comfortable, like where I can afford my bills… ugh, it’s just draining thinking about and being here doesn’t help. I should just get a teaching degree. That’s what I wanted to be since I was a very young girl. Why’d I let the SOB get the best of me? (when I say SOB - I am referring to the school of business, and not calling anyone bad names.)
I talked to Bethie for hours on telly yesterday. Tonight I think we’re going to get together over some cocktails. She’s a good friend, by far the best of my high school clan (laura & melody were old abes on the other side.)
Despite the potential rain on its way I think I’m going back to Mad tomorrow. Eau Claire is like vicodin. It’s something you have to take from time to time cause it’s there, but one can only take too much before it becomes dangerous (physically and emotionally).
I’ve been up to more than just deciding what I will wear for new years. My room is as clean as it could be. It did take two days to clear out the mess so someone could actually walk in it. And now I can stumble to my bed with ease after a night out on Water St. Sadly, I watched all of the OC and even shed a tear as Ryan goes to take care of Theresa and when Seth went to sail away his sorrows. Oh how sad.
I looked online for some careers, but not much luck there. Most jobs are for people just with a high school diploma or those with 5-7 years corporate experience. My father wants me to be rich because I think one day he hopes that I will support him or something. It’s exhausting being his daughter. I feel like such a failure or a disappointment. It was the same when I played basketball and why wouldn’t I try to play basketball for Wisconsin because obviously I am good enough to do so (btw I wasn’t.) But on top of that I just didn’t want to. To this day I still hear you could have been a ball player, etc. It’s the same now, except with my future. Just because I am graduating doesn’t mean that my whole life needs to be planned out or what I end up doing will be forever. And of course I want to make good money; like enough to be comfortable, like where I can afford my bills… ugh, it’s just draining thinking about and being here doesn’t help. I should just get a teaching degree. That’s what I wanted to be since I was a very young girl. Why’d I let the SOB get the best of me? (when I say SOB - I am referring to the school of business, and not calling anyone bad names.)
I talked to Bethie for hours on telly yesterday. Tonight I think we’re going to get together over some cocktails. She’s a good friend, by far the best of my high school clan (laura & melody were old abes on the other side.)
Despite the potential rain on its way I think I’m going back to Mad tomorrow. Eau Claire is like vicodin. It’s something you have to take from time to time cause it’s there, but one can only take too much before it becomes dangerous (physically and emotionally).