Sigh.
Apparently, I should have gotten my crap together about a month or so ago. Grad school deadlines are either mere days away or have passed. Plus, I need to take the GRE before I can apply. So no school this fall for me
I was actually looking forward to it. I guess I'll still go ask my former advisor about my options, maybe I can go next year. I also most likely need to re-take statistics to even get into a masters program. Oh the horror! 
I just wanna move. I hate it here. Six months. Lease will be almost up and Dustin and I can go start over somewhere. Luckily, he hates it here too, so we both wanna MOVE AWAY. And get new, better, less soul-sucking jobs. My job--uh, I got held almost 4 hours over yesterday--sceduled out at 3pm, got out at ten to seven. Even if I had a life, I wouldn't have a life with that kind of work schedule.
I'm actually going out tomorrow night with the friends who pissed me off in recent memory. Wonder how that'll go--of course, they don't know that I know what's been said about me and what they attempted behind my back. Meh. Girl drama. Hates.
Dustin's music may be getting some play in LA soon. Some guy on myspace requested cds and promised airplay. We tackled the post office this morning to send them out. I was appointed promotion manager a few months ago. I have no idea what that really means. I think it was just a way to get me to stop asking to play tambourine on the next album
Someone tell me where the cool, decent paying jobs are and I'll move there.
Apparently, I should have gotten my crap together about a month or so ago. Grad school deadlines are either mere days away or have passed. Plus, I need to take the GRE before I can apply. So no school this fall for me
I was actually looking forward to it. I guess I'll still go ask my former advisor about my options, maybe I can go next year. I also most likely need to re-take statistics to even get into a masters program. Oh the horror!
I just wanna move. I hate it here. Six months. Lease will be almost up and Dustin and I can go start over somewhere. Luckily, he hates it here too, so we both wanna MOVE AWAY. And get new, better, less soul-sucking jobs. My job--uh, I got held almost 4 hours over yesterday--sceduled out at 3pm, got out at ten to seven. Even if I had a life, I wouldn't have a life with that kind of work schedule.
I'm actually going out tomorrow night with the friends who pissed me off in recent memory. Wonder how that'll go--of course, they don't know that I know what's been said about me and what they attempted behind my back. Meh. Girl drama. Hates.
Dustin's music may be getting some play in LA soon. Some guy on myspace requested cds and promised airplay. We tackled the post office this morning to send them out. I was appointed promotion manager a few months ago. I have no idea what that really means. I think it was just a way to get me to stop asking to play tambourine on the next album
Someone tell me where the cool, decent paying jobs are and I'll move there.
VIEW 10 of 10 COMMENTS
paintedbat:
I hope you find a better place to live, that makes you happy
crazyirishman:
Definately get out of Mt. P....the only decent paying jobs are at the casino and you have to jump through hoops to work there. Good luck with grad school, what are you going for?