Looking forward to seeing how this works out in the next year...

Can't believe it's already the end of December. Can't believe I've done #-all for the last six months. I now have four choices:
1. Get a job.
2. Go to school.
3. Get help.
4. Go to my father's.
I dreamt about Cameroon again last night. # this.

go to google, type in 'miserable failure' (quotes not necessary), then 'I feel lucky'.

Wednesday, since apparently people weren't hanging out, I went to dinner with Mom and fireglacier where I started feeling crappy.  Well, and kindof just ( Read more... )

Went to my very first ever hockey game last night, vs Tampa Bay Lightning, and it was an EXCELLENT game. Very close. And we, lowly ranked, won over the way-good-er them. In overtime. I had a wonderful time.

Back hurts. A lot.

Starts tomorrow morning, nine am sharp ish kindof. Y'all can't come. 'Cept Catscar. Have fun at work!

Applying for work sucks. I don't want any.

Getting jobs sucks. But playing with your mother's techy toys is fun.

Right, so I know I never update and all, and I'm kindof sorry. I'm just really sick of communication devices - internet, email, everything. (Plus, I only started keeping this journal one day in Cameroon when I couldn't get into any of my email accounts, and this meant I didn't have to send mass emails.) Telephones, I have hated my entire life. ( Read more... )

Crazy busy. Volunteering at the DAR during their annual Congress as a page (mostly ushering and direction-giving) and as a library assistant in my time off from paging. Done Sunday noonish.

My feet hurt.