A job this stupid has no right making me this stressed out. Truly, truly, truly fuck it. Every night I close I think about quitting. One of these days I'm going to say something I regret. . .

I went digging through my livejournal today to look up dates on certain events that I had to relay in an e-mail. I got a little distracted reading through some old entries and thought maybe I should start posting on here again. A hard-copy journal just isn't the same, somehow ( Read more... )

I will be dying my hair the *moment* that fucking recital thing I have to do tomorrow is over.

That is all.

My hot new neighbor just asked me to get coffee with her. I wonder if she's lonely. . .

I hate looking for jobs almost more than anything. So far I've had absoluntely no luck, but hopefully I'll be ok for a bit. I think January is going to be very busy, which is a good sign that the next few months will pass quickly. Well, anyway, here's hoping.

I love my new computer. It makes me happier than any gift I've ever gotten. I'd like to say that some little heartfelt homemade gift was the best I've ever gotten, but it wouldn't be true.

I'm installing Final Cut Express today. Envy me, bitches.

I never really know what to post on here these days since I've started a journal at home. That one is much less interesting than this one, though. Concerns these days include: 1) stupid boys. I hate it when they are pay attention to me, because it confuses me. A lot. 2) I need to choreograph something in Dec. but it's really bad timing. How to ( Read more... )

I also hate it when I find a post that I don't really remember doing. And losing half a day.

I hate it when beautiful men pay attention to me just because I'm with a sexy friend. Why am I still naive enough to believe it might mean something. Goddammit I hate myself.

I'm depressed these days, but not really. Only at night...when I'm trying to sleep. Then I stay awake for hours feeling like I can't face my life. I just want to disappear or fade away. Tucson world doesn't fit with Baton Rouge world, and I feel especially lost when it comes to my identity. This stupid vacation was supposed to clear my head, ( Read more... )