| Midouri Sours and Rockstars 2003-08-05 21:10:40 ET |
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Last night was so much fun...I got to see a lot of people I don't see very often and also *finally* touched base with a close friend who has been MIA...and hopefully will get another chance to hang with him soon :]
I paid for it today, though...haha...got home...got to sleep around 4am...got up for class at 8...but was awoken by noisey piznuppy at 6:30...haha...sooooooo sleepy...but excited...cuz my textbook has secrets in it for hair extensions...and - IT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE! Why the hell did I not think of it before? I'm also glad we're starting on the thing that is most uninteresting to me, cuz I'm fresh and excited, so I will be more deticated in that subject now than I would be later...plus I think we go over it again later, anyway...
Class ended early, today, though, because they just wanted to do the admin stuff and make sure we were all on the same page. So I went and had lunch with my mom, and we hung out and dozed in front of the TV. I stayed until dinner, and the rest is history :] It was nice.
Tomorrow: No plans, in particular...cept for homework and cleaning, both at my leisure...and I intend to keep it that way :]
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| 2003-08-01 11:54:11 ET |
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Today, Dylan and I have lived together for one year exactly. Wow. What a trip, huh? It hasn't been easy, but it wasn't as hard as I thought it would be.
It was Shawnzie's bday last night. I felt bad leaving early, cuz I know I could have stayed...but part of me was just not feelin' it, though as Starr said, it was fun to dance around and be all silly on the dance floor. I'm glad I got to see my shawn on his bday, though...all drunk and legal, now. I really hope he enjoys his wine and remembers to chill it for 45 minutes before drinking it.
Anyways...time for food...I'm so hungry I could eat a colony.
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| 2003-07-31 15:11:00 ET |
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[ mood | disappointed ]
[ music | Tom Waits ]
The interview didn't go as well as I'd hoped. She gave me the whole interview and then at the end said "Well, we're not really in the market for people who aren't licensed". Come ON, man...don't waste my fucking time if you know from the start you wouldn't hire me...and then she proceded with the "We'll keep your info on file." Why don't they just say, "Sorry, tough luck, kid?" It feels the same.
I'm so discouraged. Loki was trying to tell me that it's not over with Peter Thomas and Festoon, but it sure feels it. I still have an open door at Festoon...they both seemed to really like me, but not to have any openings...well...god dammit. I really don't want to end up in the city because it's so far away...definately not Oakland...I hate Oakland...it sucks enough that I have to go to school in Oakland. I'd be willing to go to Fremont, moreso than SF because I friends that I never get to see out there.
Suck...
Anyhow on a lighter note it's my friend Shawn's 21st bday today...we're gonna take him out and get him plastered, methinks.
Well...I guess I'd better jet...
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| 2003-07-30 11:15:57 ET |
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You know...sometimes you'll call your bank and get people who are super friendly and really nice and all that...and others you get these cold fish who act like they're doing you a favor by doing ANYthing for you...The whole process took, like, two minutes...was that so friggin' hard that you would have to be all, "Well, it's not really a fraud claim, blah blah" when I was told by both the Metro PCS and another wells fargo phone teller that I *could* do the fraud claim. BAH HUMBUG ON HER STUPID BUTT...
Anyhow...I have my interview today...I'm nervous as hell...bah bah bah....and grumpy, now cuz that woman was so cold..
POO
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| Breakthrough? 2003-07-29 00:42:05 ET |
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So, like...I finally got replies from the two hair salons in this area...one from festoon via email saying what I knew she would: that they don't have any openings, but that they would keep me posted.
The other one via phone from Peter Thomas...offering me an interview on Wed. at 5pm. It's a good thing and a bad thing that it's that day...Good because it's my only other day off until sometime next week...bad because I was supposed to go to the boardwalk and do awesome girlie things with Mel and Starr...but now I can't...but I'm rooting for next week...or at least sometime soon...I can't reschedule this, though...it's too important...I can't make it wait unti next week. No more dicking around. I'm not 50, but I'm not 17, either...gotta take things seriously, now.
Anyhow...I'm totally petrified. My future is staring me in the face and, frankly, I'm scared...If I'm not methodical...if I'm not organized...i could screw it up. So much pressure is building...
In a lot of ways, I'm very happy that it took me so long to get to this point. I don't think I would have been mature enough to handle this at 17. I'm glad I got the chance to do all the shit I did at Chabot with the crew that hung out in front of the auditorium. I miss those days, sometimes. Good times were had cutting class, smoking cigarettes and shooting the shit with everyone. The drama that went down was painful, however, and don't miss it at all.
I'm not even sure I'm mature enough, now...but it's happening now, so if I'm not ready...well...too friggin' bad...I'll have to make me ready...dammit...
Ok...gotta go potty...then I gotta go play more Zelda.
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