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OrientedDis.. Disoriented. |
Tuesday, June 11, 2002 this journal .. blog... whichever.. is going to heck. I'm starting to hate typing in this thing... after however-many-months? I don't even know. I hate feeling like this is supposed to be representative of the person I am, what I'm thinking, how I'm feeling.. and yet, so-much is missed in here. Half the time I'm posting about, what-feels-like, the most insignificant things. but.. it will go on.. just like a show must go on, this will too. I suppose everything is significant because why would I bother typing about it? Still, nothing ever seems to be said in the way I mean to say it.. blah, and I'm too tired at the moment to think about how I hate this journal right this second and the reasons for that 'hate'. (see.. there I go again.. I don't hate it, I'm just.. frustrated.. with it) The problem is - I don't take any time to sort things out in my head and everything starts to feel like it has just been splatted on the plate for serving to all of my avid-blog-readers (ahhaha... that was a joke.. but.. for those few that do care to read.. I love you all, ha, even though you will probably hate me just after a month of reading this?). Anyway. maybe I should try harder to type things on my mind the way they deserve to be typed about, but when I do most of the typing late into the morning day when I'm exhausted anyway, that's kind of a pointless "maybe-I-should" to even bring up. blah. going to bed. I was offered 2 jobs in one day (took out pay for each..sorry.. privateness as far as that goes) Work 1 - 6 hours/week Work 2 - 6 hours/week Work 3 - 45 hours/week Work 4 - 45 hours /week now if you think about it.. that's not really possible to work all of those jobs for every week.. but.. amazingly I have made this work-schedule to be possible where everyone is fully under agreement with how I plan to pull it off. *yawn* and it doesn't involve ever working any hours further than 9 a.m. to 6 p.m.... going to bed... work 3 starts tomorrow. . . . babbled Lin |
