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“I don’t want to earn my living; I want to live.”

-Oscar Wilde-

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Life · Steps to Adulthood

I, New Girl

(End of April. Let’s keep up the pretense.)

Good news, people of the internet! I got a job!

Wow. I never thought those four words could ever bring me such of a feeling of dreadful joy. I feel like I’m in the Twilight Zone. Shake it off.

Anyways, after four months trapped in the evil process of job-hunting, I finally got myself a real grown up job. You know, after their first pick left for a better option. A real confidence booster, isn’t it? Nothing like knowing you’re the second choice. Really makes you eager to meet everyone.

You’re picking up on the sarcasm, right?

On the upside, I got a new car! You know, I think I’m more excited about that then I am about the new job. I’ll miss Snoopy (he was a part of the family for ten years.) But, I think me and Charlie are gonna get along great.

Wish me good luck!

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Is This Thing On?

Hello all,

You may have noticed my utter lack of presence in the blog world these past few months. If not, that’s cool. That’s cool.

Anyways, my disappearance can be blamed on both my general laziness and the semi-chaos that has been terrorizing my life these past few months.

So, if you all could pretend that these next few posts were posted many months ago, that would be great. Okay, thanks. You may continue. Nothing to see here.

Life · Steps to Adulthood

Midnight Regrets

After a sudden and panic-prolonging change in schedule, I can finally say with relief that I made it through my interview. Or did I?

I have a really bad habit of losing my self-control when I’m in a nerve-wracking situation. I sort of go into robot mode. My words just seem to flow out without any forethought, and that can lead to some really awkward sentences with no endings. Ugh. Those are the moments that keep me up at night.

I’m trying really hard to have the “what’s done is done” attitude, but it’s not working out so great.

I can’t help but turn over every word that was spoken, wishing I could go back and change things. I wish I had prepared better in advance. I wish I hadn’t said “um” so many times. I wish I spoken slower. I wish I had chugged a huge glass of water before leaving the house. WHY DID I SAY THAT!?

Ah, well. There’s nothing to be done about it now.