I'M SO EXCITED!

Working on something. It's going really well. Most excited I've been since...can't even remember the last time I was this excited!! Pray for me, everyone!

School Daze pt.2

Hiding out in the computer lab right now. Tired. Anxious. Need coffee. Need breakfast. Not going to get either right now, cause I can't afford it.

I have a Statistics class, a math 115 class, and a upper level Psych class this quarter. That means I am stressed the fuck out. These classes are hardcore. So I don't want to work this quarter, to focus on school. The thing is, I'm broke as a joke. I have bills to pay, and groceries to buy, and all that money I saved up during the summer is flitting away faster than...well....I'm too tired to think of a good simile.

I need a job because I need money. But I need to focus on school because I'm struggling enough as it is without a job, and having a job will take more time away from studying and cause me even more stress. However, it is causing me stress not having a job and not being able to pay for bills. It appears time to study is a luxury I can't afford.

What am I supposed to do?

"It's a...hellhole."

How could I have forgotten how awful Cheney is? Did I have such an eventful, weird summer that it somehow slipped my mind that going back to Eastern is a rediculously bad idea?

But its like Senayt said, I'm not a lost cause yet. Before I get sucked into this vortex of despair, loneliness, and Republicanism that is Eastern Washington University, I have to remember why I'm here in the first place. Get in, get my degree, get out. Once I do that I can get back to the real world.

In the meantime there are things here that can distract me. Working on my screenplay. Friends in Spokane to go out with, take me away from EWU for a few days of fun. In fact, I think I'll do that this weekend.

school daze.

Going back to school this week. Yup, it's that time of year again; when I grab my crap and high-tail my ass back to college. There are times when I've really dreaded it, and there were times when my fam was driving me so crazy that I really looked forward to it. This year I've got mixed feelings about it.

Actually I've got no feelings about it. I'm not dreading it, but I'm not looking forward to it either. It just...is. There's nothing I can do about it; I'm going back there whether I like it or not. It's like I'm resigned to my fate, but with even less emotion behind it, because resignation means some decision's been made on my part. I feel completely blank about this.

That's not normal, is it?

DAAAAAMMMMN.

It's really not that big a deal, homie! I'm just trying to keep it friendly, not trying to stalk you or anything. Since when does cordiality garner outright avoidance and disrespect? You don't need to ignore me like I'm some kind of high school groupie with a crush on the star quarterback. Just because I'm polite doesn't mean I'm in love with you.

Are you really that afraid of me or something? Get a grip!

Lately I've discovered I have a thing for Indian guys.

It's true.

Just got home from work. Tired but happy. Why? Just got my paycheck AND have the whole weekend off. Gonna get my hair done, my eyebrows waxed--go all out and spend a weekend doting on myself. I definately need it.

Green Team!

Just watched the "Green Team!" video, on Will Ferrell's Funny or Die website. That shit was hilarious, son!! LMFAO

I've been meaning to get back to blogging, but I've been so damn busy. There's beens some new stuff happening in my life, and let's not forget that I work nonstop, which though exhausting is still better than the alternative (having plenty of free time, but also having no money whatsoever).

I'm not sure how I feel about my job. There's plenty of good things about it. For the most part, I love my coworkers. I work with coffee and ice cream all day, which is fun in itself. My customers are mostly international tourists, which is super interesting. Gets even better when they are hot British/Australian/Indian/etc dudes who wink at me and give me big tips. One group of British soccer players even referred to me as the "cute ice cream girl" and asked what time I got off!!!!!!!! HOTNESSS

But the bad things, though few, are still pretty big. For one, I hate the owner of the place. She is incredibly disrespectful and very very cheap, which is an awful combination. Example: I've worked ten hour shifts with only one break...and its not a paid break! When I tried to talk to her about this, she called me lazy! The bitch shows up once every couple of days for only an hour, and she's calling me lazy?

And her husband--he's from Morocco, and hates black people. This isn't an assumption, this is a fact confirmed by all my coworkers who've told me to watch out for him. He makes only the few black people who work there do all the heavy manual labor. I hate how he looks at me, like he's just looking for a reason to fire me. That's why I'm always on my toes right when I enter the building; I work my ass off just so they'll consider me capable enough to work there.

With all this on my brain, I've got no time for extraneous douchebaggery. This is why I've cut all ties with this guy I've been seeing. He's canceled on me four times in two months, and then he's going to act like I should be at home waiting for him anyway?? Calling me up saying, "I'm sorry about canceling on you today, but I'm going to come over to your house tomorrow to make up for it." The audacity! Not even asking if I'm actually free that day. He really thinks I'm going to be sitting at home every day, just waiting for him to drop by and spend some time wtih me. Hell to the no. I've got my own life to live.

Well, on my few days off, at least I have Will Ferrell videos and Fresh Prince of Bel Aire youtube clips to cheer me up. :)