College entrance exam = complete!

Stupid essay. Damn you and your wiliness.

Now the waiting game... resumes.

Holy shit, bitches. The course I've applied to is now open. The waitlist = gone. I just need to pass my entrance exam, and I am IN. Career, ho!

I need money. Wal-Mart owes me money. Almost $600. They sent me my Record of Employment. Not my last paycheck. So, suffice to say, I get to starve, not take my college qualifying tests, and have my phone disconnected, making it utterly impossible for anyone to contact me about hiring me, leading to a further lack of fundage and so forth and so on ( Read more... )

No wonder I love soccer so much. I'm Manchester's fucking goalie.

Three years I spent not in my home town. Got out of high school and moved clear into the hinterlands of Canada ( Read more... )

Trying to find a job in the middle of summer is hard ( Read more... )

Well. I've been out here for nearly a year now. What's it gotten me? 30 less pounds, for one. For anyone who wonders or cares, if such people exist anymore, I am more or less the same as before. Surly, but with quite good reasons now. Depressed, with good reasons again. Lonely... all in all, I haven't quite done the whole "changing who I am" that I ( Read more... )

I'm sitting here, thinking. And the topic of my anger comes up. It makes me recall the last time I was in a blind rage, when I clubbed a guy with a chair. What had happened was I was sitting on the floor in the drama room, reading a script with Christie, my partner. This big fat fuck, Kyle, likes to be very physical when he acts, even if he doesn't ( Read more... )

I woke up at 11, because Rigo phoned me. I had a plate of bacon for breakfast, and I "dashed" over to his place, if by dash you mean walked leisurely. He was over yesterday, and he told me that he was going to paint his room today, so I volunteered to help. Which I did. So, I got there, and we put edging tape on the stuff he didn't want painted, ( Read more... )

Bite me, world.