A week has passed and I somehow managed to make it through finals week while sleeping terribly. It's not like I was stressed about tests or stayed up late/woke up early to study, it was just one of those weeks, you know? And I continued to sleep awfully throughout the weekend, no thanks to my Saturday night in which I started drinking a little too early and Connor's band played a little too late in the night. This equaled a decent amount of time with me nearly taking a nap curled up behind their merchandise table. Real mature, but a girl needs her beauty sleep. Alas, the little space behind the merch table did not provide me with that because I was showing off crack whore type bags under my eyes the whole rest of the weekend. I'm not worried though because it's Christmas break and I don't go back to school for a month.
A little update on my recently acquired temporary holiday job: I quit. After the first day. I'm brash. Maybe too impulsive but I guess I know when something isn't for me. I literally don't know why I thought I was desperate enough to take a job that I always said I wasn't going to take, aka, a job in retail or attempting to sell things. I despise those times in stores when you can't get across to the cashier that you do not want to open a credit card. I don't care if I'll save 10% if I spend $650 dollars. I know I won't read the fine print and end up owing 7 times the amount of money I even charge on this credit card. My mom would be so furious if my credit score was less than perfect, and yes, I do still care if I make my mom upset because she still let's me eat all the food we have at our house. She may be my parent, but she technically could cut me off any time she wants. She wouldn't, but she could. I respect that.
Furthermore, I don't particularly enjoy when workers come up to me and ask if I need help. I know that's supposed to be polite and stuff, but if I need help I'll just ask. I suppose some people are a little shy and it's easier to respond to a question than initiate the question, but that's not me. So having to do that to other people just isn't conducive to me being in a happy state of mind. I didn't want to spend my last college holiday break doing that. We'll see how long it takes until I get painfully bored of not working and try and get some hours at the coffee shop (my summer employment).
In other news not about me, Tom is currently in New York City visiting his girlfriend, Jess. They are one of my favorite couples. I'm not being biased because one is my sibling and the other one is beautiful. But they speak in Russian accents together and look like they stepped out of the 60's. And so Tom took a train alone (ROMANTIC.) to the city to visit her for a week and then he's bringing her back on a train (ROMANTIC, but a little less romantic because they're together and for some reason love seems more romantic when one is pining or longing to reach the other one. Funny how that works, yeah?).
I texted him a few times during his journey making jokes about going to Hogwarts (because he's on a train). They weren't that funny because Tom didn't read the Harry Potter series, he's a LOTR man. And I only have read 3 and 1/2 of the books so technically I wasn't justified in making the jokes at all.
Thoughts and prayers to those in Newtown. It makes me feel sick to talk about it, but it feels too wrong to not acknowledge it.
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At this point, your little house of cards will This is why it's absurd to pretend to have certain interests in order to appear more attractive to women, and it's just as absurd to ruin your credit score by spending money you don't have. credit reports from all three bureaus
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