My First Blog
Creative title. I know…but, i actually think i’ll be able to keep up with this blog. I always get on the computer so i think it will be easier than convincing myself to write in the journal. writing things down always makes me feel better too.
Ugh. I’m so exhausted. For the past two weeks, I have had no time for myself. I haven’t read a single page in my book for two weeks. And that book is really good. It’s called Tara Road by: Maeve Binchey. I think that is how you spell it. but, my grandma gave it to me…lol. but it’s good. Me and love stories…
But anyways…last week I had a psych paper to write, a speech to prepare, a research paper to write, with regular homework in all my classes, and increased work hours. I’m ready for a twelve hour nap. This week, I have to finish my research paper, which needs a lot of work, write a new speech which will be hard because it has to be all written out and it’s over personal things, and i have an economics paper to write, and I have picked up even more hours for work. Starting Wednesday, I work every day until Christmas with three exceptions. I think.
Well, everyone says, “look at the positive side! you’ll be making money!” Uhhh…i dont have time to spend any of the money I make. so, sweet. My parents gave me a thousand dollars for my 18th birthday…and they made a rule that I’m only aloud to save half of it. so i have 500 dollars…and nothing to spend it on. I thought about getting some new skis for this season, but i’m not sure thats a good investment. what if this is my last winter on the slopes for awhile…that’d be a waste of money. maybe a new purse…maybe not. and i think i’m rambling now. great.
Well, work has been so frusterating lately. I feel like I deserve a raise or something. I am always doing the job of at least three people. My manager makes me “manager of the front”, puts me in charge of doing dishes, cleaning the espresso bar, and taking care of the kitchen. Okay…and what are you doing? sitting in the back on the phone. sweet. I can’t get a raise until I’ve been working there for a year. AHH..there is this one girl that shows up late to work, even up to an hour late, every single day. I just dont understand how someone could do that. How can you feel good about yourself doing that? whatever. I’m exhausted. my knees hurt. and I should go get ready for bed.
Maybe I’ll actually get some sleep tonight. Usually I just lay there for hours thinking about things. I think way too much for my own good. I took a test that was in my psychology book rating your stress level, and it said i need immediate strees treatment. NICE. I like psychology. What do i want to go to college for? Dietetics, teaching, psychology, or counseling??
