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EFF!
Journal Entry: Fri May 9, 2008, 5:12 PM
Mood: Tired
Listening to: The Police
Reading: Maya cloth tutorials
Watching: Scrubs Finale- WTF?
Playing: Pokemon diamond
Eating: Chipotle Ranch and Taco doritos
Drinking: Indiana Jones Dr PEPPER! The epic drink
WTF
O.O I need a job and lots of money. I dont want to move back home yet.
update:
ok i was really uber stressed before, still really stressed.
So I graduate in a little under 20 weeks and I was just going to go right into my masters degree, while I was telling this lovely tale to my proffesser and he was all "... no. You should go look for a job for a year or two because it looks terrible on your resume that you didnt wait and basically become a super senior. It looks like you didnt want to be responcible."
But god damnit, Ive been doing some calculations, I would need a job that pays at least 15 dollars an hour to live, with a roomate, I dont know what to do without a roomate there isnt a one bedroom apartment available in miami for under 1100 thats at least a decent apartment. And my roomate situation is really complicated, I dont want to move in with my boyfriend (way too much for me to handle) and If I cant live here I have to move back home. Damnit why is this crap so complicated! I'm going to resort to prostitution or maybe sell a kidney. . . . . .
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The only reason I have a highschool degree is because of a very special principal who let me drink beer and play bass and smoke dope, because I told him I'd cut out his eyes if he didn't let me graduate.
for reel, im having huge gradution issues, and i have no fucking clue what to do. my mother is like you need your masters RIGHT NOW and all my proffs are like um NO go get a job and come back. But miami is so damn expencive to live in it pains my bones.
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This is the story of the Ugly Barnicle... He was so ugly that everybody died. The End!
Devious Comments
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"Is it really murder, when one bullet can save hundreds, even thousands of lives?"
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The only reason I have a highschool degree is because of a very special principal who let me drink beer and play bass and smoke dope, because I told him I'd cut out his eyes if he didn't let me graduate.
--
This is the story of the Ugly Barnicle...
He was so ugly that everybody died.
The End!
IDEAS ARE BULLETPROOF!
VISIT MA GALLERIE
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This is the story of the Ugly Barnicle...
He was so ugly that everybody died.
The End!
IDEAS ARE BULLETPROOF!
VISIT MA GALLERIE
--
"Is it really murder, when one bullet can save hundreds, even thousands of lives?"
--
This is the story of the Ugly Barnicle...
He was so ugly that everybody died.
The End!
IDEAS ARE BULLETPROOF!
VISIT MA GALLERIE
--
"Is it really murder, when one bullet can save hundreds, even thousands of lives?"
--
This is the story of the Ugly Barnicle...
He was so ugly that everybody died.
The End!
IDEAS ARE BULLETPROOF!
VISIT MA GALLERIE
--
"Is it really murder, when one bullet can save hundreds, even thousands of lives?"
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