eh, got an hour to kill.
Figure I might as well blog.
I realize I haven't written about my NEW JOB, and that it's only come up in passing. I'm currently employed at Cinemark, a movie theater. Just left an extremely angsty comment on [someone]'s blog about an experience from my first day. The hour I am currently killing ( *stab stab stab!* ) is in preparation for working later today. I got a call earlier today asking me to work at 2, and I was like "Uhh yeah right."
False, I was more like "Oh gosh, I'm sorry, but I can't! Sorry!" Because I apologize a lot to seem more polite? I don't know, I'm like a different person at work. And a different person on the internet. And a different person in my house, or at school, or while reading... Holden would call me a phony. I'm not a phony, I just... don't know who I am.
Hey, angst, leave me alone for once.
You're reading Catcher in the Rye; I really can't help myself.
Well, I finished Catcher, so leave me the hell alone already.
Doesn't mean you're going to stop thinking about it!
Dammit, angst is right. I'm not going to stop thinking about it. Or Cuckoo, or A Separate Peace. Stupid literature, influencing my decisions and stuff. I'm thinking about running away... you know, packing my laptop and some clean underwear and just going to New York. I really want to.
But I'm not going to.
Look for me in the insane asylum, because I'm either gonna pull a Finny or end up like Holden. I don't think I'm strong enough to be Chief.
(Separate Peace, Catcher, and Cuckoo. Suggested reading.)
I realize I haven't written about my NEW JOB, and that it's only come up in passing. I'm currently employed at Cinemark, a movie theater. Just left an extremely angsty comment on [someone]'s blog about an experience from my first day. The hour I am currently killing ( *stab stab stab!* ) is in preparation for working later today. I got a call earlier today asking me to work at 2, and I was like "Uhh yeah right."
False, I was more like "Oh gosh, I'm sorry, but I can't! Sorry!" Because I apologize a lot to seem more polite? I don't know, I'm like a different person at work. And a different person on the internet. And a different person in my house, or at school, or while reading... Holden would call me a phony. I'm not a phony, I just... don't know who I am.
Hey, angst, leave me alone for once.
You're reading Catcher in the Rye; I really can't help myself.
Well, I finished Catcher, so leave me the hell alone already.
Doesn't mean you're going to stop thinking about it!
Dammit, angst is right. I'm not going to stop thinking about it. Or Cuckoo, or A Separate Peace. Stupid literature, influencing my decisions and stuff. I'm thinking about running away... you know, packing my laptop and some clean underwear and just going to New York. I really want to.
But I'm not going to.
Look for me in the insane asylum, because I'm either gonna pull a Finny or end up like Holden. I don't think I'm strong enough to be Chief.
(Separate Peace, Catcher, and Cuckoo. Suggested reading.)
I'm great at finding angst on the internet...or I read hayley's blog and she mentioned your name.
I've told you many times that things like that have happened to me on far too many occasions. You can always call me. Even if you are too upset to even say words.
Oh and there is a hallway between theatres 10 and 11 through the "fire exit" doors that is always empty that is a great hiding spot if you ever need to get away. ;)