THANK GOD & BABY JESUS bc that shit was driving me absolutely bonkers. Cats and sharks?!?! Really? I was very close to unfollowing people participating in this war. At least I spam your dashboard with something worthwhile, like puppies. Shesh, Tumblr. Never. Again. Please.
[one] law school (yep, still toying with this one)
[two] grad school (for God knows what) or a second Bachelor’s degree in design
[three] Au Pair in London (how the fuck do I even start doing that?!?!? …Google, of course.]
[four] move to London. period. the end.
[five] move to Hawaii and look for KT (where the hell did you go, girl???)
1 and 2 sound most reasonable. 4 and 5 sound most fun. And 3 sounds like a nightmare…
What are my duties and responsibilities [as an Au Pair]? —Provide up to 45 hours of childcare per week, but no more than 10 hours per day
—Provide quality childcare
—Help children get ready for the days activities
—Assist with general child-related chores, such as laundry, tidying the children’s bedrooms and play areas, and food preparation for the children
—Driving the children between home, school and other activities
*rolls eyes* Children make me cringe. But they’d have cute British accents. Maybe I could deal.
Idk… what should I do?
I can do anything!!!
[six] (and best option) become friends with (and possibly girlfriend or lover of) Jason Mraz and follow him around the world
Now, that would be a jolly good time. Sign. Me. Up.
A ha, I love early morning emails that say I don’t have to be until 12pm on a Monday but I can do some work from home. Bow chicka wow wow. I think Monday will be a good day. It’s the last day of August.
Hopefully, September will be better than the clusterfuck that was August. I know for sure it will be full of fun, surprises, football games, meeting Jason Mraz (crosses fingers), better weather, football games, adventures, bad days and nights followed by good mornings and better days and nights, Vegas shenanigans, road trip(s), better pay, less worries, more life, and with any luck, a lot of love along the way.
You’ll feel better tomorrow. Just get some sleeps. —Ben
The sun will come out tomorrow. — Shirley Temple
I think they are both right. I feel better after a good night’s sleep and the sun is out and pretty daylight comes into Darlene’s room. And now I’m going to have a bowl of Frosted Mini Wheats (favorite!!!) and a glass of Simply Orange and do a little workity work work and it’s only 10am—this is the most productive morning I’ve had in I dunno, MONTHS, probably. HA. (Oh, the life of a college graduate.)
I’m trying to deal and I really really really suck at it. I do my best. I listen to my heart and I try to follow it. Most of the time it doesn’t make any sense, so most of the time, I don’t make any sense.
[one] work on City Girls website (upload alllllll active listings; bahhhh)
[two] organize desk space
[three] put books and dvds in proper places (not in boxes and not in the hallway)
[four] get enough sleep to wake up and face Monday morning and go to workity work work by 11am
Apparently, we are going to get shit done today. Dar just came home and told me that we are figuring out our desk shit TODAY, which is fine, except that I’m not really up for taking more stuff out of my apartment. It makes me uncontrollably emotional, but I guess I should just suck it up and deal. And we are cleaning the room and organizing because it’s a bit of a madhouse in here at the moment and driving her insane. I hate imposing and feeling displaced so this shit has got me all depressedy, but… everything is going to be just fine.
“We’re gonna take Lina out and get her drunk! She did such a good job!”—Diana, one of the real estate agents I work for on the phone with her partner, Sandy, screaming about how much she loves the website… that is actually, still crap, if you ask me; but I’m glad they are both excited and very happy with it.
I’m a relationship person—contrary to public opinion. I’m either in one or I’m not. I get kind of emotionally involved very quickly, and I’m not going to spend time with someone unless I love them. But it’s not hard for me to fall in love. —Sienna Miller, Vogue magazine, July 2009
Sienna Miller FTW. It makes me happy that she’s honest and that I’m not the only girl who feels like this because we are definitely in the same boat. Definitely.
Friday afternoon to be spent in Lake Travis… workity work working. At least it’s a nice day out.
What to do this weekend? What. To. Do?!??!
(General consensus is some DT action. And I’ve got websites to work on and a lot of my shit to get together. Mostly, I want to do something reckless. I can’t wait for Vegas. I need to get out of here. I need some space and about 20 hours of driving time.)
This pretty much sums up how I feel about life. I don’t deal well or cope well and I hate taking “time” for anything. If I lack anything, it’s patience; and I’m not proud of that, but at least I know what’s up. It’s just that I’m an all or nothing kind of girl. If I want something, I go for it. Period. The end. And as always, I try to be true to myself. Everything works out for me in the end. Everything. So I’m not worried about making mistakes and though there are always repurcussions for your actions, you just have to own up to it.