Grease.

A friend told me something really obvious the other day:

"One way to avoid disappointment is to manage your expectations."

So ok if it's so obvious why didn't I see it? It seems to me that I am never fully contented with anything; I am somehow able to find fault in everything. To be fair, nothing is perfect yes we all know that. But I am too easily manipulated by the bad I see in things. That is my problem.

It's tiring to always be on the cusp of a slippery-slope argument with myself. More often than not I lose my footing and I spiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiral towards that pit of poisonous thoughts. Serious. Very unhealthy. It's like I'm always waiting for things to screw up. Oh wait. I think that's what being a pessimist means.

I miss having school to keep me occupied all the time.

Thursday's.

Everyone knows this but it's damn difficult to admit you are wrong about something. Especially when someone puts you in your place. Suddenly you run of of excuses. Like me now.

So this is it. No more snide remarks from me about that anymore because I'm disassociating myself with it and all its mumbo jumbo. You were right. Time to stop being childish.

Ok so that's that. Moving on to other things.

Like how people are apparently quite disinterested in my resume. HAHA DIE, SIA.

Can one of you just call me please. I need and want a job so badly. My sanity and trip to New York is at stake here. Also, I want to buy pretty things which are not paid for by daddy (I used "daddy" to sound as spoiled as I feel).

I LOVE THE YEAR-END WEATHER. The weather is inversely proportionate to my mood. The darker the better.

kbai.

Un-prudey

I've always considered myself a little too prudish for my liking but sometimes I do snap out of it.

Like when I want to get my point across:

I NEED A FRACKING JOB.

As much as I'd like to spam resumes everyday, there are unfortunately only a few places a communication major can look for a job. Ok maybe it's not as measly as it sounds, but I'd love to have more options!

I'm thinking advertising would be good. Although I once said I'd never want anything to do with that industry. But then again I've been eating a lot of my words lately, what's a few more. Approaching with caution.

Oh and guess what. I'm deciding between getting a pair of shoes and a camera.

HOW THE HELL am I supposed to make that kind of decision?