I hate distance, I hate work sometimes and I hate writing essays… - TABBY
Nov. 3rd, 2006
I hate distance, I hate work sometimes and I hate writing essays about the same subject over and over and over. It's retarded, actually.
I think I'm going to look for a better job because they couldn't pay me enough to care sometimes to begin with. I'm slacking on the current English essay because it's redundant and I didn't go to English today to avoid complaining to that professor. I can't keep anything to myself, that's for sure.
I'm annoyed by this boy, my job and my camera being in Colorado.
I haven't been on a vacation in over a year and it's starting to piss me off.
And I don't know if I like my new hair even though I spent a lot of time and money on it.
I spend more time criticizing myself than anything else.
I waste money and I don't make enough to waste, basically, and that too gets on my nerves.
This is a really whiney entry but it has to get out somewhere.
I have maxed out credit cards that I can't pay, I have car insurance that owns most of what I earn, a phone that has become habit and more expensive, I need new tires really bad but haven't gotten the time to go find some, and my International Relations book is $93. There's a little over a month of this semester left so I don't know if it's even sensible to get it now because I never had the money. I copy pages at the library here at school. I have to pay $45 for my summer PITT application and it just goes on.
I have Japanese for three hours tonight and I'm going to go try to make myself feel better before then. Hopefully, that doesn't mean spending money that I really shouldn't (but probably will anyhow because it has that effect as a release in my nervous system)!