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.