Je n’ai pas d’espoir.
It’s days like this that instead of thinking, I just obsessively clean.
So I’m checking out more Deer Tick since I recently was made aware of albums other than War Elephant.
I’ve only applied to 7 different locations but I feel rejected. Lord and Taylor straight up denied my resume because I don’t have any sales experience. I have no sales experience. I don’t really have any experience. And this has posed an obvious problem. The worst part is knowing that these stores probably have workers that I would absolutely triumph over. I’m more intelligent, a quicker learner, more personable, more in-the-know, and more dedicated. But, oh well.
And don’t be fooled. I figured… strawberries in champagne are awesome, strawberries in wine are great, so strawberries in beer are probably good too. Wrong. So wrong. This is gross. An obvious argument in hasty generalization.
#fuck
Warm Water
Theater shit/people are going to ruin my week unfortunately. I already know it’s coming. And I’m still not sure what bus to take from here to Albany and then what I’m going to do when I get to the bus stop in Albany. Oh, well. I took a shower to get my mind off of things. A long shower. Well, longer than my normal 40 minute shower. I soaked in the bottom of the tub for a good hour+. Nat asked if she could use my dryer sheets and I said yes. That was a mistake. She has two fucking boxes. Why does she need to use mine? And she never closes the box properly so I know she’s been using them. And she does laundry about every other day. Once again, oh well.
I bought a smartphone. No, it’s not super fancy. It was cheap though and has application capabilities so I can play Gowalla and Foursquare. And that’s all I really wanted it for. It gets all buggy when I charge it but, hopefully that’s just the cheap, generic charger it came with.
On a more pathetic note,
I miss my boyfriend. I wish he was still driving distance away. And I’m currently feeling lonely so I’m texting my brother.
The scrubbing bubble.
Yesterday I bought a Mr. Clean Magic Eraser, climbed into our bathtub/shower, and scrubbed the fuck out of it. The bathroom is one of my favorite places to be. The shower more specifically. And now my bathroom is sparkly clean and fresh.
You’re welcome, Nat.
Sleep Walking
Whoever says that they work well/better under pressure and with little sleep is a liar. A fucking liar. Oh, you got an 85 on that paper you wrote on little to no sleep the night before it was due? I bet you could have gotten a 95 if you had written it within two days before it was due while getting sleep.
I am a zombie bitch when I don’t get enough sleep. And I make stupid mistakes. Don’t even bother talking with me if I’ve gotten less that 5 hours of sleep. It won’t be worth it.
When I get a new house/apartment
it is going to have a light that is separate from the fan in the bathroom. Sometimes I want to shower with the light off.
