Tell me what you really think of me.

I don't want to cry, but I don't want to walk on eggshells just wondering if you're mad at me.


I got the job at T-Mobile. I'm looking forward to the benefits and the better pay and the not playing in grease all day long...but I'm not exactly looking forward to the whole experience altogether. I'm nervous, in a childish, selfish sort of way. For the love of God, even if it turns out to be a terrible job, I can't give it up! Dave needs me, and he needs my financial help. Working at the store doesn't allow me the opportunity to help him financially, and it doesn't bring me home everyday. I've got to grow up, stop letting my insecurities about the future hold me back.

I need to curb my online shopping. It could get out of control really quick...God, I'm bad. But I lovvves the books.

I was going to write more, but I'm tired, and the words won't come. More when they do.

Keeping you up-to-date

So, it's been a little bit.
I always want to write something, but I can never just do it. The words make more sense in my head.

Ordered a bunch of books from Amazon.com, and have discovered the joys of shopping at Marden's. There's nothing like reading a manga that you wouldn't have otherwise picked up because it was only 99 cents. At least my comic fix will become cheaper. I don't know how my bookshelves feel about this addiction, though. I wish there was a way I could safely share these treasures with others, but I've had too many bad experiences with losing movies and books to loan them out freely anymore. Buy your own damn copy. :p

I've gotten in contact with Dee again, but really only briefly. I'm still trying for that job at T-Mobile. I think my chances are better this time, but in a way, I almost don't care. I don't want any job to take over my life and make me forget what I really love, and that's to use my talents. We'll see how it goes. If I don't get it, I've still got the job at Burkettville after all.

I watched my parents' animals this week. I'm so sick of being here. I'm fucking ready to go home RIGHT NOW. Two more days. ugh.

I need a nap. I go back to work in an hour and a half.