I hate my job
I sit there for hours and hours do nothing, because the doctor is too busy to train me. I guess I’m getting paid for doing nothing, but now he’s out of town and has his assistant telling me what I ned to do, but she also has nothing for me to do. So then I leave. It’s only been a week but god damn. Now I’m looking on craigslist for jobs but they are all jobs that are...
You know I really didn’t mind high school, I just minded (understatement of the year) living with my parents. I liked most of the people, and I liked the parties. I definitely made the most out of a shitty situation. But now that it’s over I’m completely through pretending to like people I never liked, so I now surround myself with positive and cool people. Life is good.
My dealer knew tupac, beat THAT white children of piedmont!
I bought my first pair of high waisted shorts today! I love them but if I wear them with a tank top I feel too wide… I just don’t know what to do! I’m so hip.
I can not stand this place anymore. My house. I feel like I am in a prison. I feel like I should be happy but I’m not. Even though I have a full time job this summer and I will still be nannying on the weekends I don’t want to anymore. I want to be an organic farmer for the summer in the santa cruz mountains. Sure it’ll suck not making any money to have for college but part of me...