I am so tired of filling out job applications.
I really want a job but I want it to be easy to actually get the job. I want it to fall into my lap. I’ll do the work. I’m a hard worker, really. I have such a good work ethic. But it’s harder to actually get the job than it is to do the job and it makes me want to cry because I really want this.
I feel like I’ve posted something like this before. The happy happy happy times come, even if nothing’s going to last, I think it’s worth it to be this happy. To thank God for the blessings even if it’s followed by sadness or no hope for anything more to come from it. Right?
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I can’t stand it when professors spend the class talking about their political views. It doesn’t matter which side you’re own, nobody is paying to hear about it, we want to learn about what we’re paying to learn.
From here on out I’m going to do what I want. I’m not going to listen to other peoples’ judgments. I’m going to make my own judgments about people based off of what I know about them from my own experience. No matter how many times I hear something from someone. It only happened once but it happened to be the one time that it mattered. I’m going to do what I want. I’m going to do what makes me happy, despite what other people say. So if I end up brokenhearted, I have no one to blame but myself.
You know, I always put a bad connotation on being mad.
Like, I won’t allow myself to be mad at someone. What’s wrong with being mad for a little bit? I’ll get over it eventually, I know I will. Why can’t I just allow myself to be mad? It’s just an emotion. Just like being sad, being happy. Is it because it’s not a good emotion? Yes, I should be a loving person, but can I be mad at someone and try to love them at the same time? That’s an honest question, does that make sense?
Break ice, not hearts.
I find it so ridiculous that some boys just go around campus playing girls and breaking hearts and they don’t realize that this is a small campus and word gets around and things spread like wild fire. Just don’t break hearts. Why is that so difficult to do or even to understand?
I think as we grow older, we forget what it’s like to have fun. I went snowboarding today and I fell a lot. Whenever I fell I screamed but I would laugh at the same time. I couldn’t stop smiling I was just having so much fun. When I finally got to the bottom it was so hard to contain myself I was having so much fun. I felt like, wow this is what it feels like to have a lot of fun. I remember when I was little it was so easy to distinguish when I had a lot of fun but as I grew older, I couldn’t tell if I really had fun or not, but today was amazing. It was kind of hard at first because I didn’t have any idea what I was doing and it took a lot of falling to get used to it but it was really fun even if I was falling. I felt like I was learning how to walk again when I was going down the first slope. It’s so true what they say, “you just have to get up and try again and get up and try again”. So so so true. I wasn’t even giving myself a chance to sit down if I fell, I had to get up right away and try again. I hurt myself a bunch of times. I think I’m going to have bruises on my knees and hands tomorrow but it was so worth it. i really wasn’t sure if today was going to happen because it was like 100% chance of rain and thunderstorms but it didn’t rain at all the whole time we were there! It was a beautiful day!
On another note, getting the air knocked out of you is totally not fun.
I have a lot on my mind lately and right as I was going to bed the room was dead silent but I was thinking and thinking and my head was so crowded and loud and busy and I just stopped thinking about everything for a second and realized that, wow, my thoughts are so loud but the room is actually dead silent.
