Shaking out the old...
Somehow I feel as if I'm left with this naked rat-looking form, sort of hiding itself from a harsh sunlight.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Becoming faithful...
Or at least the endeavours one takes to reach faith...
My goodness. I finally got a chance to spend time with my old pal Priscilla today. We visted the Honours Cottage, with or without the "u" whatever you like. And I guess the smelling gray couches really inspired me. This is where I wanna be. Short term goal of course but still a goal. I spoke with the " guardian" of the cottage and hopefully I can be accepted into the honors club next semester. The main goal is to receive a B+ or higher grade in ENG101. He also said they require a 3.2 GPA. which is like somewhere between a 90 and 85?
So much for my brilliance.
Well there's no harm in trying... expect the hideous scar on your face after you crash and fail. I did some other things I shouldn't have... like spend money. Uselessly.
Budgeting is so difficult when you're surrounded by wants. Like, wanting a four dollar bowl of chicken noodle soup. Aye... I need to cut back on buying food. And clothes/accessories. I think I have enough of those... I just need to wear the things I buy.
I think completing those two tasks for a while can save me a hundred dollars easy. In two weeks. Nice?
I'll try it.
My goodness. I finally got a chance to spend time with my old pal Priscilla today. We visted the Honours Cottage, with or without the "u" whatever you like. And I guess the smelling gray couches really inspired me. This is where I wanna be. Short term goal of course but still a goal. I spoke with the " guardian" of the cottage and hopefully I can be accepted into the honors club next semester. The main goal is to receive a B+ or higher grade in ENG101. He also said they require a 3.2 GPA. which is like somewhere between a 90 and 85?
So much for my brilliance.
Well there's no harm in trying... expect the hideous scar on your face after you crash and fail. I did some other things I shouldn't have... like spend money. Uselessly.
Budgeting is so difficult when you're surrounded by wants. Like, wanting a four dollar bowl of chicken noodle soup. Aye... I need to cut back on buying food. And clothes/accessories. I think I have enough of those... I just need to wear the things I buy.
I think completing those two tasks for a while can save me a hundred dollars easy. In two weeks. Nice?
I'll try it.
Monday, October 13, 2008
No Nothing.
Nothing can provoke me anymore.
Not work, not school. I'm slowly falling back into the downward spiral of the dark and grim St. Joseph's era. Ah, what shivers that gives me. It's sad to see that just when I see myself slipping away from all responsibility and priorities, I like to push myself further down. It's a problem. I enjoy soaking myself in my miseries.
I should start (once again) a process in which I can forcefully dig myself out. I'm like a limp child I think. I cry and moan and aspire and crawl beneath trenches. I've started writing down some of my petty expenses. And I do curse them all as petty because why should I place dreadful bill ahead of personal pamering? It's all petty shit. If not immediately petty for me, then petty on someone else's behalf.
I've also spent a great deal of time today researching ways in which I can earn some more money. And wallah, I'm here. I kept seeing this crap about blogging to earn money, so I decided wtf why not. Now I'm just writing this entry, waiting for my ad to get approved.
I think I'm going to cancel my interview with kate spade. I was on the phone with that woman for five minutes and she totally turned me off to the idea of working for her.
I'm going to have to find new means of making cash...
I mean I got a job offer for Delias at the Tanger outlets buut I'm still unsure. I wish there was something I could do without clocking into some boring and meaningless job to earn money.
Time to begin research.
Not work, not school. I'm slowly falling back into the downward spiral of the dark and grim St. Joseph's era. Ah, what shivers that gives me. It's sad to see that just when I see myself slipping away from all responsibility and priorities, I like to push myself further down. It's a problem. I enjoy soaking myself in my miseries.
I should start (once again) a process in which I can forcefully dig myself out. I'm like a limp child I think. I cry and moan and aspire and crawl beneath trenches. I've started writing down some of my petty expenses. And I do curse them all as petty because why should I place dreadful bill ahead of personal pamering? It's all petty shit. If not immediately petty for me, then petty on someone else's behalf.
I've also spent a great deal of time today researching ways in which I can earn some more money. And wallah, I'm here. I kept seeing this crap about blogging to earn money, so I decided wtf why not. Now I'm just writing this entry, waiting for my ad to get approved.
I think I'm going to cancel my interview with kate spade. I was on the phone with that woman for five minutes and she totally turned me off to the idea of working for her.
I'm going to have to find new means of making cash...
I mean I got a job offer for Delias at the Tanger outlets buut I'm still unsure. I wish there was something I could do without clocking into some boring and meaningless job to earn money.
Time to begin research.
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