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| hey everyone that doesnt really read this,
http://danasizzle.blogspot.com/
my blogger! That i might sometimes use somewhat regularly!
because i know you are totally interested, if not somewhat curious. even if youre just looking for a way to feel better about yourself, it's there.
for you to ignore and forget about :).
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| i miss georgia! waahhhhhhhhhhh. pennsylvania is mean and pretentious and no one talks to you.
granted i dont like strangers (a traditional pa character trait), they really creep me out. which is why working at kohls sucks because every customer is a stranger and 90% of customers creep me out. and they probably think im really weird everytime i cringe if our fingers accidently brush, but i hate it. especially male customers. hate theemmmmm!
but i was starting to warm up to the whole .. being nice to people thing. until you know i wound up back in the southeast of the north were no one is nice to no one and everyone is competing to see who can win the snootiest of the snooties prize. Which of course is me so dont even try to front, foolz.
In other news I suck at playing hard to get and all of the other games. I mean, I'm really forgetful which can come off as that working in my favor I guess, but .. other than that! I dont know how to play hard to get. Here I am, come and get me for pete's sake!
Anyway the point of this entry is I hate kohls, I miss georgia. I cried on the job last week just becuase I knew Joel wouldnt be able to handle it and would let me go home early. I am a horrible person who knows how to use her tears to the best advantage.
I am a fistful of emotional ammunition, fully loaded and ready to blow.
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| So it's fall! Or fall-winter. Or falling into winter. The thing is you would never know if you went to college in Georgia because there aren't yellow and orange and red leaves everywhere, there are palm trees and spanish moss and it's all still green. Then you get off the plane and walk out of the Philadelphia International Airport and realize that oh, yeah, it's fall! And you realize that Thanksgiving is right around the corner, because even though you knew it was before the palm trees growing in the courtyard of your dorm room didn't really help to let it hit you. And having to wear your winter jacket and scarf makes you realize that christmas is soon. Which makes you also realize that you are a poorer than poor college student, because not only are you a college kid but you are also an art student, so on top of books you have a little expense called: Art Supplies! And your bank account introduces itself to a teeny tiny thing called: Negative Balance! Ahh, those parentheses showing up on my statement, the little minus sign in front of the figure - refreshing. Welcome home! .. you're entirely broke and have nothing more than a 10$ bill folded in your wallet next to a million Michaels & Primary Supplies & Ex Libris reciepts. EXCITING!
But I'm on the schedule at Kohl's and nothing says Welcome Back To Pottstown! like the 9-6 life at the most understaffed and unprepared retail store for the holidays in the area.
It feels kind of weird to not have projects and projects and projects floating around over my head. It feels good to have the quarter be over with, though!
I dont know what to say, blah blah blah. It feels weird to be alone and not constantly surrounded by everyone in the world. Ahrgrpahgkarhtg.
Nothing to say so I guess, the end!
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| This year I decided that a birthDAY just wasn't enough for me, i figured I needed a birthday week. So I gave myself one. My friends pretend like they are soo tired of birthday week, and last night when they took me out to dinner they all toasted and cheered the end of birthday week (really I dont know why.)
and they were all happy and cheery that it was over until I kindly informed them, Ahem: "Excuse me, but it is not over. Tomorrow starts the first day of post-birthday celebrations." Friday though, I guess then it's all over.
..no! Friday starts the first day of planning for my 20th birthday! The nothing number that just means i am officially not a teenager anymore but still cant get into any bars. Which isnt even true because I got into them when I was 18. Ah, how young I was then, how naive! Look at me now.
Uhm I am skipping my 2D Design class today for the first time EVER. It's post birthday celebrations, though, so it's okay.
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| Penn State is for doody heads.
lots of love!
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