Sunday, July 19, 2009

Whoa ho ho dawg I think my vision's gettin worse because I just took my glasses off and my laptop screen, on my lap, is kinda wonky.
Not unviewable but not perfecto.

Snap I'm gonna need bifocals in the next 5 years and by that time my teensy areas of grey hair will have increased.
So I pretty much will be an old lady all around.
A crazy cat old lady that is.


Wednesday, July 8, 2009

I have an interview for that little bookstore tomorrow, and I totally thought I wasn't going to get one because I was supposedly supposed to get a call the 3rd week of June and it's the 2nd week of July almost.
But still, I don't deserve anything from Him. Like this.

I'm also volunteering at Heavenfest on August 8. Again, I filled out an app online a while ago but after a week or so I didn't think anything of it, I really didn't think I'd get it in the first place at all, it was mainly out of boredom that I filled the thing out.
But I'm so excited! Man! Again, I'm sucking at life recently, especially my spiritual life since I haven't been praying consistently at all and have barely been reading my Bible.

Aaand as soon as I get accepted I'm going to enroll for classes at PPCC, not that I won't be accepted because c'mon, they have to accept you (unfortunately).
Then after maybe a year or so, maybe even one semester, who knows I'll transfer.
Right now Patrick Henry is looking really swell but -
a.) It's expensive. Expensive.
b.) There's a scholarship offered for the complete Journalism study thing but I don't know if I'd be able to get that even if I become qualified because I'm starting out at a different college, I don't know. The scholarship requirements are pretty intense and because of my background in High School I tend to underestimate myself too severely perhaps. I really don't know, I don't have anything that proves whether I'm "smart" or not.
c.) It's in Virginia, that's far, far away. I have a hard time spending one night away from home, man.

Sometime I'll probably get into why I'm choosing journalism, but not now.
And the depression is fine during the day usually, it's when I'm about to go to sleep that I get a really nice, unhindered view of how my life is and what it looks like. It doesn't look anything like I'd like it too yet I cannot complain. I can't. Out loud at least.

Well Mom's threatening to turn GG on within an allotted time with or without me so I'm going to go and try not to yell. She's just really stressed recently and thus extremely, ridiculously moody.

Ps. Where are you Tiffany!?
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