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I feel like I am back in high school. This class is so easy! I've even been out of school for a while and feel no need for this class. Why do i have to be in it?!? At least its a chance to do the crossword. Anyone know a 10 letter word for enigmatic? 4th letter is t.
January 24th, 2008
January 12th, 2008
From December 8th until January 4th I was unemployed. Since I quit at the Lodge, I have moved (had to pay 2 months rent plus a security deposit), drove across the state to visit my parents for Christmas, and started college (tuition and books are fucking expensive!). I bought groceries a few days ago and have about $28 to my name until my next paycheck (Jan. 20th). I'm not sure that I will have enough to pay for my share of the electricity, utilities, and internet when it comes time; let alone feed myself and put gas in my car. i am not taking out a loan this early in my college career! I hope my roommate doesn't realize how broke I am.
worriedJanuary 10th, 2008
Who wears shorts during winter? I do. At least when its January and its almost 50 degrees outside. Since I went back to my parents' house for 1 1/2 weeks last month and it was highs of 20, 50 feels warm. I didn't want to wear my work clothes to school, I feel old enough in my classes already (even though half of the people in my class are my age); so I brought basketball shorts and a hoodie. WSU Cougar basketball shorts and hoodie. The guy sitting next to me in my Econ class started teasing me about wearing shorts in the middle of winter. When I told him I had grown up in below freezing temperatures near the WSU campus, he was suddenly interested. We started talking about the team and how well they're doing this season. I told him that my dad had always had season tickets when I was growing up and I had gotten to go to a lot of games throughout the years. He invited me to go play basketball and grab a beer after class with some of his friends. It was a blast! I haven't played hoops with guys my own age in a while. They invited me to come again next week! Finally! I think I'm starting to make new friends! Alright, time for bed.
cheerfulJanuary 9th, 2008
With moving and changing jobs comes changing schedules. Between work and school I'm out about the number of hours as I was before, but I start and end a little later in the day. Now my new roommate is trying to convince me to take a 7am yoga class with her when I don't have to be to work until 10. I want to take it, but I'm not sure that I'll be able to get up early enough. I don't can't go to bed before 2am. I try and I lay there for a long time before I can sleep. Last night I was tired enough to go to bed by 11 (and was even done with my homework). So, I went to bed at 11 and didn't fall asleep until after 3am. I got up for the class anyways. We'll see how long this lasts...
January 2nd, 2008
Alright. *Breathe* Whew. I can do this. I'm turning over a new leaf. Starting new. New year, new city, new job, new school, new relationship (or lack thereof), new me. *Breathe* Backup. Last Nov. Jase (the ex) and I hit a rough spot, after almost a year together, almost a year-and-a-half as roommates, after 2 years of working together. Why? I'm still not sure. We were doing fine and things started to fall apart. He got passed over for a promotion and the next week I got one. Then a few weeks later, when the hotel was bought out, we were both given a raise, but mine was more than his. then I was making as much as he was and he had been there longer and is older and is the guy in the relationship. I tried to brush it off and forgot about, and he wouldn't let me. I knew it was a huge blow to his ego, so I really tried to ignore it and focus on him and how hard he was working. It didn't work; within a few weeks things between us had changed dramatically. The only reason we continued to live together was I was still on the lease and it was a nice apartment within walking distance to work. I'm not sad or bitter about the breakup, it was good for me. It pushed me to go to school, change geographic areas, and expand my social bubble. The only feeling left by the breakup is nervousness. I'm scared that I won't make it. That's kind of the purpose of this journal, to document my new life and be able to look back on it later.