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| Today I started my new job as a barista. Wow, that sounds so cool. I am pretty excited about it even though I don't get paid that much. I am finally working and I definitely need the money. Here is what my schedule will look like every week: 3:30 am- get up and shower 4:15-10:30 am- work at the coffee shop 10:30- 12:30- go to the gym (hopefully) 12:30-1:30- nap if super tired (which will be everyday!) 1:30- 6:00- go to various homes to tutor kids (this has not started yet and will mostly be on Tues. and Thurs) 6:00-10:00- visit with Steve or just stay at home with the folks (i think there will be more time with the fam than with Steve because of my early schedule) I like the coffee shop but getting up at 3:30 is going to kill me. Who knows how long I can keep this up. | | |
| wow, i know i haven't written in a long time. let's see what is going on with me right now... my last day of school is thurs. and then i am completely done i have to say goodbye to all my kids and that will be sad i am moving back home on sat. for good or until i move in with steve in aug. i need to find a job and start making money i am entering another stage in my life and it feels a little weird
sometimes i just feel like crying and not because i am sad, but because i like to cry maybe because i like people to worry about me and give me attention or maybe because i am messed up anyways...there are good and bad things that I will run into in the next stages of my life i hate feeling so part of someone that it consumes me. it is good to feel connected but not to be so dependent. there are a lot more things i need to learn
(sorry that my thoughts are all over the place)
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| I am sitting at work and it is now 8:48 am. I have only been here for 18 minutes and I already want to go home. This was my first week back at the office for my summer job. I shouldn't really base my whole summer off of this one week since it is the beginning and I need to get into the groove of things again. It sucks though because I can not log onto my computer or do much because I do not have my sign in and passwords. Luckily I can go on a temporary sign in and write this all down on my xanga. I just need to make it through the day and then tomorrow. The weekend can not come soon enough. I think I am so anxious for Friday because Steve finally comes home from school. I am looking forward to what the summer will bring and hopefully a ring on my finger. :) But other than all that fun stuff with Steve, I have to dread going to work everyday from 8:30 to 5:30 in order to make lots of money. Don't worry though, I will try not to spend it all and save most of it instead. Lets just say..........its going to be a long summer | | |
| I really feel like the little engine that could (or could not) lately... I just finished my 21 page paper last night and turned it in this morning. On top of that I have about 6 other projects that need to be finished by next wed. I am so frustrated and literally drained from school work. A wise person told me that I also take on too much. Besides all the homework that I wait til the last minute to do, I am hosting a party tonight in my apartment. I need to make some snacks and prepare for that, but also I do not really have time to do that because of work, class and babysitting. I haven't taken a nap this whole week and I am feeling the consequences of that and staying up late to finish homework. But besides all of this crap in my way of finishing the semester..... I still can see the light at the end. I think I can, I think I can, I think I can..... | | |
| Why can't I be original?? Whenever I think I am being funny, most likely I have stolen the words or phrases from someone else. Is anyone ever original?? I think that we all steal other people's material and play it off like it's our own. I am sure at some point in your life, you heard something funny and it stuck in your head. Later, you would bring out that material not remembering that you heard it once before or it is someone elses. Everyone will think you are hilarious and laugh forever. Then they will tell all their friends pretending like they just came up with it on the spot. It is this continuous cycle of humor. But where did it originate from?? Can't I at least say something funny and it not be from someone elses bit? I should at least be given some credit for the way I present the material. I am pretty sure that no one will ever say it or act it out just the way I do it. I am unique and I do have some originality to me. Just take a look and you will see it. :) | | |
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