Umm umm uhhhhh...
I applied to be a SuicideGirl.
I got a job at Dairy Queen. I have an interview tomorrow with Party City. I wonder how that's gonna go down. I would absolutely rather restock fun stuff and check people out and blow up helium balloons than food service. But I'm going to make decent money at Dairy Queen. $750 a month before taxes. I ran the math in my politics class and I figured the difference would be $14 dollars less for 28 hours more if I worked at Party City. If my understanding of their shifts is correct. But being able to wear my own clothes and do my hair the way I want and *fingers crossed* having the option of wearing my septum ring OUTSIDE of my nose (do you know how irritating it is to have an 8ga chunk of metal up your nose all the fucking time?) and get paid...that's a good deal. I'll see.
Some fucking high schooler bitches felt the need to stare at me and laugh while I was at work tonight, after I had served them. What the fuck was so fucking funny? I kept checking to make sure they really were looking at me and making fun of me, that I wasn't just being paranoid...and then one of the girls winked at me, like she was hot shit. I looked down and away...it made me feel so sad. I'm trying to earn money, which I desperately need to do, and I get made fun of. What the hell. All I can say is that they're fucking lucky I was at work, under supervision, and busy with other customers. I was ready to bring the pain otherwise.
I've been really angsty lately. Maybe I'm milking the last few months of my teenage years for all they're worth (I'm almost 20, that's kind of interesting/intense). Maybe I'm just surrounded by dumb bitches all day long and I can't deal. Hmmmm...
I wrote a paper on Joel-Peter Witkin for my history of photography class and I got 100% on it. That was pretty awesome.
NEW MINDLESS SELF INDULGENCE DROPS ON TUESDAY!!!!
I applied to be a SuicideGirl.
I got a job at Dairy Queen. I have an interview tomorrow with Party City. I wonder how that's gonna go down. I would absolutely rather restock fun stuff and check people out and blow up helium balloons than food service. But I'm going to make decent money at Dairy Queen. $750 a month before taxes. I ran the math in my politics class and I figured the difference would be $14 dollars less for 28 hours more if I worked at Party City. If my understanding of their shifts is correct. But being able to wear my own clothes and do my hair the way I want and *fingers crossed* having the option of wearing my septum ring OUTSIDE of my nose (do you know how irritating it is to have an 8ga chunk of metal up your nose all the fucking time?) and get paid...that's a good deal. I'll see.
Some fucking high schooler bitches felt the need to stare at me and laugh while I was at work tonight, after I had served them. What the fuck was so fucking funny? I kept checking to make sure they really were looking at me and making fun of me, that I wasn't just being paranoid...and then one of the girls winked at me, like she was hot shit. I looked down and away...it made me feel so sad. I'm trying to earn money, which I desperately need to do, and I get made fun of. What the hell. All I can say is that they're fucking lucky I was at work, under supervision, and busy with other customers. I was ready to bring the pain otherwise.
I've been really angsty lately. Maybe I'm milking the last few months of my teenage years for all they're worth (I'm almost 20, that's kind of interesting/intense). Maybe I'm just surrounded by dumb bitches all day long and I can't deal. Hmmmm...
I wrote a paper on Joel-Peter Witkin for my history of photography class and I got 100% on it. That was pretty awesome.
NEW MINDLESS SELF INDULGENCE DROPS ON TUESDAY!!!!