So I am officially hired as a professional freelance writer. Despite how scatterbrained my stuff is on here.. I guess I've got talent. I'll be writing for Playstation. Ill be making money sitting in my room, researching games and devices....

What more could a girl ask for?

Money, money, money. I think it's the dumbest invention on earth. I mean, when you think about it, it's like you are using your time at work or however you earn it and bartering it for goods. It's more a concept than a currency. It's paper! Yet it holds more value than paper. I wish I were able to say, "Hey, I did this and that and I am pretty sure that is worth that candy bar."

I hate money. I never have enough of it no matter how much I work.

I am seriously contemplating applying at Hooters. Yeah, its a pretty shady place; you have to be a woman who isn't ugly to work there, and you have to wear ridiculously slutty outfits for a food establishment, and the main reason men go there is to check out the hooters that will be serving them wings... but I think that I can use that for my benefit. Yes, it is so goddamned degrading to know my tip might be dependent on how much I flirt or how I look, but isn't that relevant at any restaurant? Only at Hooters, its kind of expected and not as shameful. I just think I could make better money there than at J&D market. My mother was the one to suggest I apply... I am not overly fond of the idea... but hey... it's experience right?

I dunno. Mom says "Go for it!", and so does boyfriend and friends... but what do I think?
Pros: money... that's it?
Cons: Pigs, assholes, and eyeballs.
Not very evenly distributed between the two categories... is it really worth it? Can I get up and put on the "suntan" nylons, short orange shorts, spandex white tank, and retarded scrunchy socks and really feel good about what I am doing? It is nothing close to prostitution... but I can't help but consider the fact that I am contemplating using my looks as a source of income. Uuugh.

Damn Hooters. Damn money (or lack thereof)

its been a while since i have logged into live journal.

Nathan and I have been together for..... almost 9 months now? He's opening up, which is good... but things are moving so slowly.. which is not so good.

i think ill shower... sounds good. i will post later.

I am going to attempt to drop out of my english class... i HATE mrs. gilin. I don't care... I just hate her.

Things are going good though even though I hate my job too.
Taking the sibs out trick-or-treating saturday... I am going as an eskimo.

Stuff with nathan is good.... although still very s l o w. but i guess slowly making progress in better than none at all...

I need money. I don't make enough. I should have gotten $400 from the school by now but i guess that because the Michigan Promise scholarship might be discontinued that they arent sending any refunds...

mom finally got her taxes done. so i can fill out my fafsa for this year (which will be about $2000-3000 return for this winter (yey... CALIFORNIA!) i want to go to california for spring break or during the summer when i have a weeks vacation from work. i am going to visit all my buddies there... jonathon, john, adam... and maybe devyn... i havent spoken with her about it yet.

i had a horrible migraine today... and still feeling it. It was the worst in a few years... excessive vomiting, dissyness, head splitting open, and nausea. I thought i had the swine flu haha. (only for half a second though)

tomorrow I work at the elementary school from 9 to about 3, and then at my real job from 4-12ish. full fuckin day.

and friday the same deal, only 3-12 for work. But, i get to dress up and walk with my kindergartners for their halloween parade :)

i miss having a life.. all i do is work and go to school.

my mind is s l o w l y rotting away. school is horrid. I don't even enjoy art anymore because it's too.... homeworky.

school... work... don't sleep.
That's how it's been lately and it is driving me fucking crazy.
I don't sleep anymore.
Sleep medicine makes me sleep, but i never feel rested.

Things with Nathan are amazing. Yet, slow. Very slow.
I am not used to everything being so painstakingly slow. He says he loves me. I think I love him too. Not sure. He's just so.... good?
He's my cougar.

Tons of homework to do... way too much. This is the first time I actually really hate school and want to quit. I want to just work... as I always do; 3-12, always closing. Always dealing with the drunks... being asked what condoms this dude should buy because I KNOW. I DUNNO DONT FUCKIN ASK ME!!

I usually pick the most expensive pack. just to be a dick.

so i was watching CHCH news, a canadian news station and while they were going over some meeting in their chamber of commerce, i see some old guy drop the "live free and prosper" sign from star trek while the camera panned across the floor.

youd never see this in america.

Yesterday was 4 months with nathan. I am happy.
Adam loves me too much. I miss jonathon.
My eyes are watering from 6 hours of rockband.
by the way, playing guitar and singing is hard... props to all those musicians.

Michael jackson died today of a heart attack. turns out he saw mculley culken bending over in his bathrobe to pick up the newspaper.

the king is dead

There was a half hour news special on famous people using "Twitter". It's the cool thing to do now, I guess. It's pretty much the same as Livejournal, only the catch? You may only use 140 characters. I took a look at it. Nothing even slightly spectacular.

So. I pretty much have the job at Smackwater Jacks in Lexington. The manager was telling me when he'll call (april, when all the new seating is put in) and where I will be starting out. Restaurant - Bar - Theater... I guess Tim Allen (Tim the Toolman Tailor) is a frequent guest at the theater in the summer along with a few other famous people... Who knew?? I will finally be able to burn my white Stafford shirts and black pants. At Smackwaters, I wear a restaurant t-shirt which is black and jeans. I like that.

I'm reading the Watchmen graphic novel. It's pretty good for a comic book drawn in the 80's.