February 2012
19 posts
The one thing I need to be complete...
A Volkwagen Bus. I’ve wanted one for 8 years. They get more beautiful each time I am lucky enough to spot one. It will have curtains and furniture. I’m saving up for one starting now. Only about $10,000 more to go…
RANT
I absolutely hate the idea of the American Dream. I hate the pattern in which we must follow if we “want to have a good life”. College, get married, work 9-5, buy a car, buy a house, pop out a few kids, retire, die.
Fuck everything about that. You know what that looks like to me? Studying subjects you don’t need for a ridiculous amount of money, becoming a slave to your job,...
I got a cactus! It’s perfect and little and cute. I’ve never been so excited.
I’m getting anxiety trying to learn all the Subway sandwich formulas.
Tessa, you better get a job there. I need you to make me laugh during the day. I don’t think my co workers like me.
Today I started ”Operation clear up skin and lose 2lbs before first day of work” day. The last thing I need is giant zits, a bloated stomach and puffy face on a day where I’m already going to be nervous and awkward.
I got the job. My first job ever. I’m not even nervous. It’s all excitement. It’s weird because I always knew it would be Subway. I’ve had 3 past interviews with them over the summer/fall months and it felt so natural. They were the easiest interviews I’ve ever done. I swore I’d get the job, and I did, it just took a little longer then I expected.
I got parts...
I can tell which family member walked in the house by the sound of their foot steps and the way their keys jingle…
I have another interview tomorrow but it’s at grocery store this time. Why is it that I don’t hear from any employers for months and then one random week I get a ton of interview offers. It’s weird how that always happens.
I can’t wait to move out and have shelves for random pots of cacti. I think they are so cute.
Facebook stresses me out. Money stresses me out. Being with my family stresses me out. Being away from my family stresses me out. Sleep stresses me out. Being fat stresses me out. Food stresses me out. Strangers stress me out. Furniture stresses me out. Technology stresses me out. Noise stresses me out. The dog stresses me out. Clothes stress me out. Driving stresses me out.
I think this is why...
Today is my once weekly rest day from exercising and I went over my calorie allowance. I get so much anxiety when both happen on the same day. It makes me feel like a failure.
I realize rest days are important and eating an extra 400 calories one time isn’t going to make me gain weight, but it’s still extremely hard to accept that I’m not messing up all the hard work I’ve...
I want a pastry but I have yet to find a delicious flakey cream filled vegan pastry in this town.
This is the third time I’ve resurrected my page. I need somewhere to write again. My thoughts are starting to overflow.