i put in my two weeks today at old navy. right after i got hired at macy's to be a part of their merchandising team. i took a big pay cut, but that's cool cause i'm guaranteed 30 hours every week...40 if i want to work them. and i don't ever have to interact with stupid customers. and i get to wear all black. and the job is temporary, which worked ( Read more... )

it's september. summer is pretty much over. i feel odd, very odd, not being in school. i'm jealous of everyone already there...but this time away is good for me. it makes me really how hypertense i get over the littlest things. i've calmed down. i've grown up some more. it's nice having something to strive for in life, some goal i can actually see ( Read more... )

once again i'm letting everyone know that old navy has permeated and is controlling almost every aspect of my life. the company will suck the will to live out of you slowly over time, and you will come to enjoy it. they're crafty. stay away while you still have the power to ( Read more... )

my 20th birthday is slinking its way closer and closer. in 5 days in fact, i will no longer be a teenager and will thus have to be responsible for my stupidity. hah. yea, right.

i feel like old navy should just build me my own little studio apartment in the backroom. since i'm like always there. and if kim isn't driving me home i'm always there for ( Read more... )

i'm not sure if i should be disgusted and angered or sad and hurt by the fact that my mother is in kingston with senor douche. idk. i know i'd rather never see him again in my lifetime, but at the same time i find it funny/hurtful that he will only get so close to me. as if i'm the one who ruined his life, and seeing me is a painful reminder of ( Read more... )

I printed an application for PhilaU. I had my Fafsa sent to them. I emailed the admissions office. I honestly think i'm reapplying to that school for the spring semester ( Read more... )

Upon seeing the movie 'wanted', i am now convinced that the anxiety attacks i've been having all these years have nothing to do with actual anxiety. they stem from a super rush of adrenaline in my blood stream, which points to my hidden skills as an assassin. i can dig that. assassin school here i come.

I finally have the internet at my house.

Boys need to stop being stupid. And stop messing with my head.

I want to spend my life laughing. But lately i've been just trying not to spend my time crying.

old navy lives in my veins ( Read more... )

Goodbye, i won't miss you.