I got a second job! I'm sure that I probably whined about my ongoing quest to not be unemployed during the Christmas holidays and thankfully, I was successful. I'll be working as a bookseller at the Schuler books in Okemos. I'm very excited. I love the written word, and it'll be nice to meet some new people who share that same passion.
As far as my own written words go lately, I'm pretty frustrated. Typing on a laptop doesn't feel right, and all that I really care to write longhand is letters and poetry. I'm going to participate in National Novel Writing Month; I'm just going to do it on my terms. Those terms are: a month from whenever I get my desktop back on.
I'm really quite proud of myself as far as guitar goes. I have callouses and that gives you a sense of accomplishment. I'm a dork, but those few extra layers of skin give me a feeling of being kind of special and in a class of my own. Even if its not true yet, I feel good.
I'm still dealing with all of the usual crap. I haven't had too many anxiety attacks lately, but they are still happening and depression is also along for the ride. I'm seeing a doctor every few weeks and its improving with talking to her, but as yet I don't think we've reached too far into things. I am realizing that there are people in my life I might have to cut out, and that really fucking sucks. These friends are important to me, and the idea of not ever talking to them again is well, depressing.
Dinosaurs. There, a good thought before I hop into bed.
Sweet dreams.
As far as my own written words go lately, I'm pretty frustrated. Typing on a laptop doesn't feel right, and all that I really care to write longhand is letters and poetry. I'm going to participate in National Novel Writing Month; I'm just going to do it on my terms. Those terms are: a month from whenever I get my desktop back on.
I'm really quite proud of myself as far as guitar goes. I have callouses and that gives you a sense of accomplishment. I'm a dork, but those few extra layers of skin give me a feeling of being kind of special and in a class of my own. Even if its not true yet, I feel good.
I'm still dealing with all of the usual crap. I haven't had too many anxiety attacks lately, but they are still happening and depression is also along for the ride. I'm seeing a doctor every few weeks and its improving with talking to her, but as yet I don't think we've reached too far into things. I am realizing that there are people in my life I might have to cut out, and that really fucking sucks. These friends are important to me, and the idea of not ever talking to them again is well, depressing.
Dinosaurs. There, a good thought before I hop into bed.
Sweet dreams.
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ladyvader:
aww it's nothing personal, i just don't really talk to any other human beings. why are you stressed? what's up? did you have a good thanksgiving?
absolution:
i love letters. i wish more people took the time to write them. nothing is more exciting than receiving something so personal in the mail! congrats on your new job. i hope you don't kill any holiday shoppers. tehehe