I worked on my creative portfolio for 2 hours today. It really frustrates me to know that anything I do right now is going to be practice and nothing more. I can't even bring myself to buy acid-free paper so that the project I am doing lasts, because in 2 years I'm just going to think it was really stupid. This is basically how I feel about my life right now. When will I be a real person, and not just be practicing for the "real world"?
I'll tell you when--when I graduate from college in 4-12 more years.
Sigh.
I don't want to work anymore. I am soooo excited for my day off tomorrow. I feel like I've been working at Lon's for my whole life already, and it's only like my third week.
Anyhow.
I'll say interesting things later.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
The Shack
Mrh.
That is my word of choice right now. I just got back from my place of employment, so I smell like smoke, but it's okay because I got $5 dollars in tips. Not usually an accomplishment, but my place of employment happens to host many poor tippers, and is in Utah where people don't tip anyhow, and I have to split it with everyone even though I am the one who cleans a lot of the dishes, buses the tables, takes the orders (drive-through and otherwise), and sometimes takes the food out to the customerios.
They call them "friends". I think it's creepy, but they think it fosters a spirit of comradery. Or something.
Alice and Jim are staying here, and I've been starved for intelligent company since every single one of my friends went to Turkey, so I've been hanging around listening to their adulty conversations, and probably being really annoying, but quenching (somewhat) my thirst for... You know, smart people.
I'm tired.
Ilona's B-day is on thurs (well, her party), and then it's dad. I have to buy presents still (with my five-dollar tip) and take her out to dinner, so that will mean an awkward money-related convo with the elders.
Sigh. Sigh, sigh, sigh.
On the bright side, Anthem and Shorty (Shawty?) Low played in a row, and are my favorite songs on the radio. If you say that out loud it rhymes. Or if you say it in your head.
I will leave you know, with those thoughts.
Must do laundry and organize my closet. Straightened my hair today, which means no shower/hair doing tomorrow morning.
Hooray!
Eva
That is my word of choice right now. I just got back from my place of employment, so I smell like smoke, but it's okay because I got $5 dollars in tips. Not usually an accomplishment, but my place of employment happens to host many poor tippers, and is in Utah where people don't tip anyhow, and I have to split it with everyone even though I am the one who cleans a lot of the dishes, buses the tables, takes the orders (drive-through and otherwise), and sometimes takes the food out to the customerios.
They call them "friends". I think it's creepy, but they think it fosters a spirit of comradery. Or something.
Alice and Jim are staying here, and I've been starved for intelligent company since every single one of my friends went to Turkey, so I've been hanging around listening to their adulty conversations, and probably being really annoying, but quenching (somewhat) my thirst for... You know, smart people.
I'm tired.
Ilona's B-day is on thurs (well, her party), and then it's dad. I have to buy presents still (with my five-dollar tip) and take her out to dinner, so that will mean an awkward money-related convo with the elders.
Sigh. Sigh, sigh, sigh.
On the bright side, Anthem and Shorty (Shawty?) Low played in a row, and are my favorite songs on the radio. If you say that out loud it rhymes. Or if you say it in your head.
I will leave you know, with those thoughts.
Must do laundry and organize my closet. Straightened my hair today, which means no shower/hair doing tomorrow morning.
Hooray!
Eva
Monday, March 10, 2008
First Post
What do I want this blog to be? Who do I want to read it? Etc.
I hear about people getting rich off of blogs, gaining huge followings, etc. I just wanted to read my friends' blogs, to be honest. And I wouldn't mind getting rich.
What would life be without a little out-loud navel-gazing?
Not as fun, that's what.
I hear about people getting rich off of blogs, gaining huge followings, etc. I just wanted to read my friends' blogs, to be honest. And I wouldn't mind getting rich.
What would life be without a little out-loud navel-gazing?
Not as fun, that's what.
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