Kate.
Girl.
Eighteen.

Short and sweet.
The artsy friend.

Overly emotional.
Entirely too dramatic.

Doesn't have a clue.
   

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"You can't fight the tears that ain't comin
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive."
Goo Goo Dolls

"Don't think we're not serious
When's it ever not?"
Jimmy Eat World

"Because I knew you
I have been changed for good."
Wicked

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Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Think of Me

There is no other joy on Earth greater than singing in your car. There. I've exposed it.

Well, I found something that pissed me off today: chain-prayers. They're apparently little cutesy messages saying "God bless you today, because I love you! Send this to ten people in ten minutes and something WONDERFUL will happen to you at 11:11 tonight! Remember that God's love is boundless! DON'T BREAK THIS PRAYER!"

So I will only be blessed beyond anything I ever hoped IF I annoy ten of my wonderful friends with this stupid chain-memo? God's love is boundless, you're right, but only if I hit "copy/paste" ten times?... I can't stand it. They've corrupted everything.

It is almost frightening how much I liked the virgin margaritas I had at Anna's a few weekends back. For some reason, salty and sour together in harmony is so very satisfying.

I have to get a job. I have to pay for gas somehow. All the interviews that I've had have gone to crud either because I'm leaving in August or because of the fact that I can't work on Sundays (and I'm really, really beginning to resent my father for making me go to church Sunday evenings). But you know what I'd really like to do? I'd like to give voice lessons. Really. I know lots of teachers take a vacation during the summer months and won't teach voice then, so there's a niche to fill. Granted, I can't play piano, but with only two months to work with I'd only teach technique anyway - and I can play scales. Voice lessons or craftmaking - making jewelry and purses to market off somewhere - are two jobs I'd really love, and wouldn't mind going to.

I don't want a job that I hate. I know that's unrealistic, but I cringe every time Alli tells me "I have to go to work," after turning down plans with everyone, because she really hates it. She's lied to get off work before, she hates her coworkers, and she hates the mindlessness it requires. I hated Mazzio's while I was there. Call me cliche, but my heart just wasn't in it. I'd find myself replying "Thank you" to someone who asked for a drink refill just because I knew I was supposed to be saying something polite and my brain had turned on autopilot. I don't want to do that ever again!

Maybe this insistence is a good thing. It means that in the adult world, I'll never settle for less than what I know I'm capable of. Right?


Posted at 11:25 pm by AoiHoshi

 

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