I miss my friends.
I’ve been driving more recklessly lately but I don’t now why…I need to remember that my actions can cost my life and others’ if I’m not safer…but I’m going to pay closer attention and try more actively to drive safely. Luckily I’ve realized before something bad happened.
My best friend is leaving for Korea tomorrow, but for some reason it feels like she’s never coming back. She and I were best friends from the very beginning, and although it’s only been four years I know our friendship will extend our entire lifetime. Of course things will change and we’ll each take our own paths, but we’ll still be there for each other and our bond will stay strong.
Working World Blues
I feel kind of left out. Everyone’s out having a great time and while I’m stuck working. I’m really thankful for my job, and I guess this is just part of what it means to have a job when you’re young. But I can’t help wishing they’d be more able to hang out when I’m not working instead of telling me they’re hanging out when I am working. It’s not a very good feeling and I think I’d almost rather not know. Oh well, I better get used to it.
Life can be so ironic at times.
I had a HUGE crush on this guy in junior high who barely knew I existed, and tonight, five years later, he asks me to prom. I feel like my thirteen year old self all over again- all giddy and excited. It’s going to be so much fun to have a handsome date (who, by the way, is pleasantly taller than me). It wasn’t anything super cute or out of the ordinary, how he asked me, but it was gentlemanly and nice in a different way. Even though we’re just going as semi-friends, I’m so happy and can’t wait for prom 2012
I finally got a job!
I still can’t believe it happened, after trying for so long. The job market here is obviously entirely in the dumps, so I’m so happy to have found one. It’s really hard, but all of the workers have been really nice and helpful. I know it’s going to be a really good learning experience for me and will help me grow up a lot because of all the responsibility on my shoulders. I don’t think I ever appreciated busboys/girls or waiters/waitresses so much until now. Who knew it was such a fast-paced, high-stress job? I love it though!
I hear a buzz,
and my heart stops -
not a pleasant palpitation, mind you,
more of a dread-filled premonition.
Will it be good news?
Am I accepted?
Or is this just another rejection
to add to the growing pile
of colleges I’ll never attend?
But wait -another buzz!
Oh no! What is this?
The phone glowers,
as if it enjoys the inner turmoil
from which I suffer.
“Slide to unlock!” -it prompts me,
laughing at my hesitation.
Shakily, I slide,
the sound of my racing heartbeat
“Edline: 1 new report is available”
Damn you all to hell,
JUST TELL ME WHERE
I AM OR AM NOT GOING ALREADY.