Even though I really respect 14 year old me for saving her allowance to buy crappy emo CDs, I threw all that shit out just now. Past me did not know Spotify would exist. Also, those CDs probably don’t play anymore. So much for archives!
I hate dragging all my notebooks from the past 15 years across the country with me, but that’s stuff I’ll never be able to replace. Buried in the years of bad handwriting and awful word choice is a story (or twelve) that I will tell.
Something hilarious: I emptied all my manila folders of school work. I agonized over all that work and now it’s amounted to nothing but a bag of burnables.
This might get easier if I introduce alcohol into the situation. Or wait until the last minute to do it.
House to myself in bumfuck for cheeeeeap
Or apartment in city with roommates for less cheap, but more convenient
For yer birthday you get: A JOB
But since it’s not your real birthday you don’t get a real job. It’s 13 hours a week and it’s halfway across the country.
See you again soon, MiddleofNoWest!
what do I do?!
Got a job offer out of state that I really did not anticipate.
Eff. BIG DECISIONS TO BE MADE.
my first snowboarding trip in 11 years.
The Adirondacks were beautiful and serene; the weather was sunny and the drive was bearable. Meeting family for the first time is weird. But they made me an early birthday dinner (it had tofu in it!) and bought me a drink at the local watering hole. I’d definitely go back. Mountain life is so different.
I’m tired though. Sore, but in a good way, like I got a good workout. I kind of want to find a mountain around here to get more practice in now that I know I won’t die trying.
Going on a weekend snowboarding trip with my mother to my aunt’s cabin in Upstate NY. Not sure how great the terrain will be, but there is always cross country skiing…
This is my birthday weekend with my mom; I also haven’t met my aunt or my cousins ever. So this will be the first time I meet them in my adult life. I can’t wait to tell them how great it is having a MLS and no work and owing state of CT taxes somehow. They’ve never seen me with a septum ring or blue hair or all the extra body weight; so hopefully they won’t judge me against what I used to look like as a baby in photos. Maybe they’ll just think it’s sad and leave me alone.
I’m scouring my apartment for CDs that are appropriate to listen to in the car with mom. I have a telephone interview in half an hour. Not sure if I should make good coffee before I have to drink road coffee. Still have to finish packing and shower. Kind of just want to get the interview over so I can stop stressing out. Grabbed two books that I’ve been meaning to read for the car ride; hoping I don’t get motion sickness. Better dig up that Dramamine.
I’ve been here for 6 months and had 3 fake jobs.
Somehow I owe the state of CT money on taxes.
I don’t understand.
I quit my job at that shitty restaurant. It was making me so miserable.
I think the Universe is trying to tell me something.
I am so ANGRY.
WHY am I excited about a job that is 12 hours instead of 8?
WHY does $9 an hour sound so great?
WHY am I willing to drive 45 minutes across the state just to get a 4 hour shift?
Fuck this. Fuck jobs. Fuck higher education. Fuck the economy. Fuck society.
the job market is in my career field where I live right now.
"Sunday-Thursday 10pm-1am (15 hours per week) whenever classes are in session."
The posting is titled “Evening Assistant”. HOW IS THAT AN EVENING? THAT IS STRAIGHT UP NIGHT.
Even worse; I’m considering applying because they’ve got me psyched out to think that NO ONE in their right mind would work that job. But in actuality, everyone else thinks that so there will probably be 100 applicants.