|can i have a double tall venti skim cappucino, no foam?
||[Jan. 7th, 2007|06:04 pm]
|||||"stuck in the middle"- stealer's wheel||]|
its quite confusing when you're behind the counter. today was my first day of actually doing something and i wasn't as nervous as i usually am at jobs. brava, pooja; brava. i still haven't spoken to my mom, and i've lost track of how much time it's been since the last time i spoke to her was. everything has been pretty strange, it's like when you're in your body but you feel like someone else is controlling it and you're just getting to watch what happens. malkovich, malkovich? i feel like i'm finally growing up. i've been going places alone and i really think i'll be able to balance the whole school + work thing. i'm glad i'm doing something, i was starting to panic a while ago and wonder if i was going to be in between jobs and doing nothing all of my life..sometimes i wonder if i wasn't poor and i had the choice to study whatever i chose, or do whatever i wanted to, where would i be right now? its kind of sad to have no ambitions.. i'd be happy with a fucking farm in the countryside. i guess i wouldn't mind the simple life at all as long as it had interesting people in it. ooo, and on a side note, i saw pan's labyrinth a couple days ago and it was CRAZY. i mean you'd expect it to be aimed for kids but MAN, that movie has random bouts of violence that were awesome. everyone who ever reads this, go watch it. and i'll leave my post off by saying, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THE MICE IN MY HOUSE?! THE FUCKING NERVE OF THEM. one just fucking ran past me. obviously they're not scared of dying anymore and thats a problem. at least come out when it's dark, and i'm not around you pieceofshit. someone get me a cat.