WallyMole

but how you look at it.

:)

I don’t cruise. Cruising is effortless, smooth downhill. I jounce, plumet, tumble, launch, get swept away back out to sea again.
Getting by changes for me.

Today? Managing hysterics, emotions alike. Avoiding failing, surviving Euro, surviving home, surviving school, surviving work, surviving without my home, getting bigger paychecks, getting raises, saving to move out, and being happy. That’s getting by.

Next year? It’s going to be paying for my own place, complete with water, electricity, sewage, interwebs, a bed, gas, scooter, insurance, all the necessaries. Getting through school, making a comfy amount of money, free college, saving for exotic trips, and being happy.

I will make this work.

Does that count?

Even so, I’m now making 35 cents more than I’d get at the other job. Is it still worth taking?

From Keep, to get and keep.
All my school papers are hopelessly muddled.

Although it’s not particularly better or closer. Change of scenery and food. Good experience. I’m a greedy little bitch. I like money.

Better, not necessarily in the context of wages. But closer. With just as great people. And maybe come close to what I already make.

I think my weight today subtract ten sounds reasonable.

I’m crawling though House of Leaves in my spare time. So it’s going slowly. But I have a four day weekend this weekend. Maybe that will help.

After all, it’s all perspective.

Now that I have money to waste, I probably should avoid blowing it all before the week is out. I can lose $35 dollars in one outing. I like to buy people stuff. Treat my friends to ice cream, etc. So yeah. Whenever I have money, it always manages to disappear. It’s not even that I always have to have money. Occasionally I’ll end up with two or three paychecks before I wander over to the bank. How do I manage that?

But what now?
It seems that I’m running out of steam for everything, and it’s all uphill pedaling.

Will be my GPA when I graduate.
Because I said so.

I’ll write later when I feel like it.

I’ve got other priorties. Sorry.

I give up. Mostly. For now.

I’ve given up trying to consume less caffeine.

I reallized that I don’t have time to sneak into the parents room to check the good scales anymore. Which is a good thing.

So I can’t stay organized for more than a week at a time. I just reorganized. Again.