I seriously don’t know what has gotten into me. Here I am, a perfectly healthy 20-year-old, and suddenly everything is WRONG. I have a forkin’ horrible cold, I feel like puking, and I suddenly find myself putting on makeup for a day nosing around in the library!
If you know me at all, I do not wear makeup that often. Honestly, it’s more of a burden than some of the things women will do to keep themselves looking good. I just simply cannot fathom putting on makeup every. Single. Day.
I put such a freakin’ great face on when I’m updating my Facebook or Myspace, but here I’ve gotta be honest. Most of my friends who read this know me well enough to read between the lines. Even when my wording indicates happiness beyond death.
Nobody’s hiring, so I’m still on the lookout for a new job.
Love flew by.
I’m lonely as hell.
Those are just a few of my complaints, guys. I can’t say they’re the most awful things in the world, because I could be an AIDS stricken, starving orphan in some remote African village, and I’m not. I can get myself around, pay for things myself (for the most part), socialize with friends, and I am pretty damn well fed.
There’s just got to be something else I can do to make myself feel more worth…
Someday, I know I will find that something else, it’ll cross my path. I know far more about taking opportunities now than I used to, so if I find something I recognize as something that’s going to change my life, hell, I’ll take advantage. I just have to get over this poor me bullshit that’s been knocking around in my skull.
The only friend I’ve been connecting with as much anymore is still in high school, and I love him to death, he’s my best friend, and we’ve been through a lot of crap together. I’m picking him up after school’s done for him today. It’ll be good to hang out with someone and get my mind off this stupid poor me stage.
At least I’m back to school next week!
Now I’m off to find a book to learn from. Something I can actually use. How could I waste my time reading bullshit that you don’t learn from? I mean, sure, fiction is fine in its own time and place, but to be honest, I need history.
So here I go – I’m off to find history.




