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[Mar 24, 2007 * 9:21pm] |
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closed.
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[Feb 28, 2007 * 10:03am] |
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I heard birds chirping. I also hear my dog howling, but that's another story. She is such a whiner.
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[Feb 26, 2007 * 10:19pm] |
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omgggg i miss the asg and co
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[Feb 26, 2007 * 8:26am] |
Lol look at their facesssss.
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[Feb 19, 2007 * 1:04am] |
My roomate is basically having one of the snobbiest conversations I have ever heard. She's already bitching about her boyfriend who's one of the sweetest guys I've ever met; She's so into herself. She finds herself quite attractive, and she's really not that good looking. She's god body image obsession, because she used to be big. Now she's a health nut. This and other things; Whatever, she's just sounding extremely judgmental.
'My goal is to be the head of a non profit organization, and to make beautiful art. His is to make money. It turns my stomach a little.' Is she kidding? Both goals are selfish and pretentious. She wants to be this magnaimous, selfless being, flawless and happy with everything. She's not. Her goals are completely comperable and equatable with Andy's lusted after 80 thou salery.
Oh, my god- And now she's srsly going on about how much better her life is than her boyfriend's, and how, basically, she's a better person. Her boyfriend is an excellent, nice guy, but he's a guy. She wants one of those fake, senstive artsy fag non existant types. She's faulting for having 1 friend he can count on, and telling her she was the best thing in his life.
I don't care if this post is hypocritical and bitchy, but this conversation she's having is making my stomach turn. I've been just as judgmental as she has been, possibly and probably more. However, I've also learned to cut out what I don't need, or like. I don't do it in the nicest way, but whatever. I do my fair share of bitching, I'm doing it now. Rachel is just coming across as enormously pretentious.
I should really be in bed.
OH MY GOD, NOW SHE IS SAYING THAT SHE'S SAYING ALL THIS SHITE BECAUSE SHE'S NOT TALKED TO HIM OR SEEN HIM IN A DAY.
Partially relatedly, emotionally speaking, I'd prolly be the best girlfriend ever. 'Let's have sex! Let's watch a horror movie! Ok go away!' Alright, I'm done both bitching and tooting my own horn. Ciao, bellas.
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[Feb 19, 2007 * 12:44am] |
Why the sod do I have work tomorrow? This is rubbish, and I vehemently oppose it. I want my god given American holiday!!!!!!!
But I guess I'll get up at 7 and brave the cold instead. I really should be in bed.
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[Feb 17, 2007 * 9:40am] |
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Wow. That was one of the most intense, strange dreams I have ever had. I don't believe I can even begin to write it down, because of all the little quirks and intricasies that dreams have, but...I don't know if it was life changing, exactley, but it was scary and beautiful and makes you think.
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[Feb 15, 2007 * 9:38am] |
permit
driver's ed
lisence
work
save
save
save
home
roommate
job
work
save
classes
california.
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[Feb 13, 2007 * 8:31am] |
You are very spoiled.
I'm poor and undeducated and I'm living Real Life with 65 dollars. But I know I am terribly lucky.
Does anyone know if it's possible to get a job in another state before moving?
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[Feb 9, 2007 * 12:11pm] |
I was going to say that my new goal was to be tall, french and skinny, but I'm not sure if that's going to work out for me.
I wish it weren't so cold, so I could start walking to work and getting the exercize I want.
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[Feb 7, 2007 * 8:21am] |
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On April 1, 2007, this journal will close.
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[Feb 6, 2007 * 9:05pm] |
But there is so much I would like to say
I tend to talk endlessly
About all that comes easy to me
Youth speaks now but I may end up being
something huge someday
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[Jan 25, 2007 * 9:57pm] |
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starting at 10 AM tomorrow i will Not Be Here. this will end around monday at midnight, when i Will Be Here.
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[Jan 23, 2007 * 4:55pm] |
Good afternoon, East Boston Animal Hospital, how may I help you?
I basically have the job, except for some wonky reason they can't get in touch with my refrences. Luckily I am going into work tomorrow to talk to Wendy and get my check, and I will ask her to give them a call so I can snuggle puppies and kitties for the rest of my sodding life. I am also going to ask about staying casual part time, as I really like the people, and extra cash is ace, especially with all my goddamn bills.
Goddamnmotherfucking bills.
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[Jan 23, 2007 * 12:20am] |
'...I hate coming out'
'What?'
'I would hate coming out!'
'Oh! I thought you said you hate coming out'
-cue laughter-
I had an uncomfortable gay moment. I don't get many of those, but they're happening more often. I hate it.
And I hate calling myself gay, or bisexual. Or LGBT anything. I just like girls and boys- I just like people. And it's not some pussy-assed 'emotional connection' thing. Girls are hot. Boys are hot. Really androgynous people are hot, so everyone's hot, really.
I'm so over it.
In other less angsty news, I forgot how good snow smelt. And felt. And sounded. I love it. Unless I am taking out the trash, then my hands get bloody cold.
I need to buy new batteries for my toofbrusshhh.
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