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I had three consecutive mugs of chocolate milk before walking out to smoke a cigarette and spend the next hour in a daze of editing and existential muddle.
Grant you, not exactly heroin or prostitution (hire or offer) but that was way too much milk (especially on an empty stomach) and I don't smoke unless very properly inebriated.
I sat on the wall outside Academic Advising and soaked in the remains of the day as the sun set behind the Swamp. The area (right outside my window, actually) is surrounded by huge trees and pines, and all our buildings are this stately red brick that appeals profoundly to the aesthete within.
I had my first job interview today. It went fine. I hate sales pitches, wish people would hold the flimsy, transparent act and just hand a me a fact sheet or something. It just makes me embarrassed for them. I don't have a problem with relocating, anywhere really if the opportunity is good enough, and some places I'd go ig they offered me just enough to pay rent and food to wash dishes. This sales thing though, it's not for me. It has incredible potential and yeah, I'd like the money which would be more than I'd make anywhere else. They'd train you, which is just real-world scale useful but the job itself is just not something I could do well, much less enjoy.
Most days, I do like myself. Many things about myself, as a matter of fact. Conversely, there are definitely some things I'd change if I had the power to. I'd love to have the voice to sing in Broadway musicals. Being naturally more outgoing instead of preferring my own company most of the time would be beneficial, definitely. Having lower people standards would probably be tied into that. My priorities could probably use some getting in order. Those commitment issues could use some exploring, I'm sure. But I like me, I do. I also fear the odds that only one out of four college graduates get a job within their field completing their study. I want to independently make a roof over my head and food on my table happen as much as the next person, but there absolutely have to be better ways to do it, and not nearly as much of it must involve sales training as they'll have me believe, because if so, give me the application to be a librarian right now.
Oh the world we live in. Legalizing homosexuality (the concept that this is yet to happen is just more absurd than I can deal with) can't happen because it would not only rain blood and toads, but would well be the direct cause of a widespread bestiality party. So let's all have some sanity in the name of compassionate conservatism, if I recall the terminology correctly. *digs her head back in the sand, away from the scary politics*
"So Iraq, enjoy your $600 million. And America, if you want a taste of that, better start building your own weapons of mass destruction."
-The Daily Show
Grant you, not exactly heroin or prostitution (hire or offer) but that was way too much milk (especially on an empty stomach) and I don't smoke unless very properly inebriated.
I sat on the wall outside Academic Advising and soaked in the remains of the day as the sun set behind the Swamp. The area (right outside my window, actually) is surrounded by huge trees and pines, and all our buildings are this stately red brick that appeals profoundly to the aesthete within.
I had my first job interview today. It went fine. I hate sales pitches, wish people would hold the flimsy, transparent act and just hand a me a fact sheet or something. It just makes me embarrassed for them. I don't have a problem with relocating, anywhere really if the opportunity is good enough, and some places I'd go ig they offered me just enough to pay rent and food to wash dishes. This sales thing though, it's not for me. It has incredible potential and yeah, I'd like the money which would be more than I'd make anywhere else. They'd train you, which is just real-world scale useful but the job itself is just not something I could do well, much less enjoy.
Most days, I do like myself. Many things about myself, as a matter of fact. Conversely, there are definitely some things I'd change if I had the power to. I'd love to have the voice to sing in Broadway musicals. Being naturally more outgoing instead of preferring my own company most of the time would be beneficial, definitely. Having lower people standards would probably be tied into that. My priorities could probably use some getting in order. Those commitment issues could use some exploring, I'm sure. But I like me, I do. I also fear the odds that only one out of four college graduates get a job within their field completing their study. I want to independently make a roof over my head and food on my table happen as much as the next person, but there absolutely have to be better ways to do it, and not nearly as much of it must involve sales training as they'll have me believe, because if so, give me the application to be a librarian right now.
Oh the world we live in. Legalizing homosexuality (the concept that this is yet to happen is just more absurd than I can deal with) can't happen because it would not only rain blood and toads, but would well be the direct cause of a widespread bestiality party. So let's all have some sanity in the name of compassionate conservatism, if I recall the terminology correctly. *digs her head back in the sand, away from the scary politics*
"So Iraq, enjoy your $600 million. And America, if you want a taste of that, better start building your own weapons of mass destruction."
-The Daily Show
