Tell Me That You’ll Open Your Eyes…

I’ve been putting off writing, mostly because I don’t have much to say, so I’m going to go in point form here.

– I feel fat lately, and I know I need to lose weight. I have no motivation and little energy to do it.
– I want a new job. I know I’ve said this a thousand times, but it’s still true. I keep looking for jobs and applying and hearing nothing and I’m so discouraged that it makes me crazy. Work is exhausting and boring and monotonous.
– I’d like to go back to school, but I don’t know what I’d take. I’d go to university, but I don’t know what I’d do with a BA, and I don’t want to waste four years and thousands of dollars so that I can do secretarial work for the next 15 years.
– My aunts dog, Ella, started having choking fits about two weeks ago. The vet diagnosed her with tonsilitis, put her on antibiotics and something to help with the choking. Last Monday, my aunt took the dog to the vet again to see how she was doing with the antibiotics,etc. The dog stayed the afternoon at the vet’s office for x-rays and bloodwork, and my aunt picked her up on her way home from work. The dog has congestive heart failure.
– On Wednesday, October 1, at 11.17 am, I will be 22. We will have Tony Roma’s for dinner, and lemony cake for dessert.
– On Friday, I’m having a Rock Band party. Because I’m going to be 22, and why the fuck shouldn’t I?
– I love Followed the Waves by Auf der Maur. And AFI. And Snow Patrol.
– Erik is the greatest.
– I’m bored and Erik is nowhere to be found, and it’s nice outside and I want to do something, but I want to do something with him and he’s nowhere to be found.
– I’m going to take a walk to the dollar store and buy a pile of random crap.
– Erik needs to bring his camera for my party, so we can take oodles of pictures of people looking retarded playing plastic guitars and fake drums and capture moments of joy and hilarity.

That is all.

– open your eyes – snow patrol –