so i have a job interview tomorrow.
and i’m nervous.
*knocks on wood*
that is all.
*ahem*
actually, ok so it’s not, but damnit. i can’t talk about the j-o-b stuff anymore cuz i don’t wanna jinx it. all i know is i am going stir crazy like WHOA.
*sigh*
i’ve had a job since i was 12, damnit! i don’t know how to function like this. at all. and you know, everyone else has jobs, or schoo, or jobs and school. jetta and the rockstar are in the middle of finals right now. and you know what else sucks…i’m like, pretty much freakin’ sure that i couldn’t pull off a midterm now if my life depended on it. i used to be good at the school stuff, but what if it’s been to effin’ long, ya know. could i solve an integral worth a shit? could i right a program that would actually compile?
i highly doubt it.
fuck fuck fuck.
i’m so dreading school. like nobody’s business. it’s this cold fear that grabs me and such…strangles me. what if i can’t do it again? what if i fuck up the same exact way i’ve been fucking up since i moved out here?
i’m scared out of my fuckin’ mind, yo.
of course the rockstar’s doin’ it…so to speak. 22 and he’s a freshman in college…so i’ll be 22 and a sophomore. oh. my. christ. i just realized that. oh god oh god oh god oh god. to paraphrase my gravy, i see the fuck up fairy has visited us again. FABULOUS!!! not.
and to make matters worse, i miss that god damned rockstar more and more every motherfuckin’ day. every. god. damned. day.
*cries*
it’s just not fair. yes, i’m being a whiny ass about everything right now, but i got rained on damnit. and it’s cold. and i’m tired and he’s. not. here. *sigh* i’ll stop bitching soon enough, but you know. blegh.
BLEGH
that. is. all.
