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For a while I was just consistently nervous about the trip but now I'm getting super excited for it again. You just gotta mentally prepare yourself for these things, ya know? Excited excited excited.
Even when I'm nervous, which happens when I realize what a crazy/scary thing this will be, I'm so happy cause I know it's the right decision and it's like, wow, I'm really doing it. And I remember how much I want this.
Bike shops bring about cute boys. Cute cute boys. I like my job so far. It's laid back, easy if not sometimes a bit boring when it gets really slow in the shop, and it's interesting to have a "boy" job (albeit I'm doing the most "girly" thing in the place, but I'm still surrounded by testosterone). If I learn how to fix up bikes outta this job it will be a great success.
Work has been taking up a lot of my time but for once that doesn't bother me - probably 'cause I know I really need this money and it's something new. Besides that my summer has been filled with biking, reading, Scrubs, journaling, going to parties and not drinking, battling sore throats, drums, Scrubs, friends, pools, Mom's cooking, downloading loads and loads of new music AND tomorrow I'm going kayaking :)
I freaking love kayaking.
I need to clean my room, have a garage sale and improve my writing skills. And get my period so I can be sure I'm not prego. And work on Leaves of Grass, which is basically my favorite poem but I feel like a fraud saying that because I haven't read the whole thing. In my defense it's like 5 zillion pages.
I don't know who I imagine my audience as when I write these things out. I kinda just talk to myself. My notebook-journal entries are much more interesting but less update-y and more analytical thoughts, and if you read them you go insane. Guaranteed.
Done.
Even when I'm nervous, which happens when I realize what a crazy/scary thing this will be, I'm so happy cause I know it's the right decision and it's like, wow, I'm really doing it. And I remember how much I want this.
Bike shops bring about cute boys. Cute cute boys. I like my job so far. It's laid back, easy if not sometimes a bit boring when it gets really slow in the shop, and it's interesting to have a "boy" job (albeit I'm doing the most "girly" thing in the place, but I'm still surrounded by testosterone). If I learn how to fix up bikes outta this job it will be a great success.
Work has been taking up a lot of my time but for once that doesn't bother me - probably 'cause I know I really need this money and it's something new. Besides that my summer has been filled with biking, reading, Scrubs, journaling, going to parties and not drinking, battling sore throats, drums, Scrubs, friends, pools, Mom's cooking, downloading loads and loads of new music AND tomorrow I'm going kayaking :)
I freaking love kayaking.
I need to clean my room, have a garage sale and improve my writing skills. And get my period so I can be sure I'm not prego. And work on Leaves of Grass, which is basically my favorite poem but I feel like a fraud saying that because I haven't read the whole thing. In my defense it's like 5 zillion pages.
I don't know who I imagine my audience as when I write these things out. I kinda just talk to myself. My notebook-journal entries are much more interesting but less update-y and more analytical thoughts, and if you read them you go insane. Guaranteed.
Done.