Well it’s almost 7am, so why not write an entry? Excellent.
I could make an excuse that I’ve been busy working, but…I haven’t. I haven’t been fully employed since July. And honestly? IT BLOWS. Of course I’ve been searching and applying relentlessly (I hate people who ask this. “No, I haven’t been looking, I LIKE being broke and not having any full-time employment prospects! It makes me happy, like bunnies happy! …dick.”)
I’ve had several interviews, even got HIRED once (thank you, Starbucks manager for your “error”…walked in first shift and apparently they “made a mistake” and couldn’t hire me anymore. I swear that happened) …sadly nothing has stuck.
I KNOW YOU PEOPLE HAVE MY RESUMES, MAKE WITH THE PHONE CALLS!
I’ve been making due with money saved and little side jobs. It’s not glamourous but it pays dem bills.
And on another “happy” note, I’ve been single since Nuit Blanche. (Wah.) This was the first boyfriend who I lived with, so naturally neither him or I took it well. It actually got pretty ugly several times, to the point where we’ve had to sever contact recently which I genuinely believe is needed sometimes. We loved eachother, but sadly failed at communication when it was deperately needed and realized we weren’t exactly happy in the end. I did something rather stupid that was the final nail in the coffin, and that was that. I guess that’s why I took it so hard, because I was mostly to blame. In the end, it was a year of my life that I’ll remember fondly…I still love and miss him something fierce, because I suck…but he deserves to be happy, even if it’s not with me (Ugh, that’s the most lamest stupid cliche thing to say, but it’s true). I don’t wish him any ill-will at all, though I admit there are times when I’ve definitely thought otherwise. I’m only human. Maybe one day we’ll cross paths again when we’re both more mature and have our respective shit together, and *gasp!* have a good time…and who knows, maybe eventually he’ll even fix the typo for my blog URL on his website.
One side effect of the breakup was my hesitant deletion of every single Sims game I own. Sims 2 with all the expansions, and Sims 3. In the 8 months that Dave lived here we both played an absurd amount. (Do you REALIZE how much custom content that is!? Like a billion.) I did it as some sort of therapeutic measure since I haven’t played at all since he moved out, and it was more or less our “thing”…not to mention, those games take up ALOT of space. Which brings me to my cool point. After all the games, custom content, and (while I was at it) any other rogue files I didn’t really need anymore were deleted, I ended up freeing FOURTEEN GIGABYTES (14GB for the laynerds) of HD space. That’s a bittersweet moment if there ever was one. I think…
And take note, people: Even if you trust the place where you’re partying, not everyone that walks in there is going to be trustworthy. Case in point: Two weeks ago I had my purse stolen. Literally picked up and taken out of a party I was attending at Playdead Mansion. Like any normal person would do, I freaked out, ran around like an idiot trying to find it, looked everywhere at least 5 times, and spent the cab ride home wondering “How in the fuck.”. Thankfully I don’t own any credit cards, so all I had to do was get a new bank card, health, and SIN cards which were all easily replaceable. Thankfully again, I had some cash at home so I went out and replaced some necessities (wallet, purse, basic makeup, etc). Two days later, I’m literally walking in the door, and I get a phone call from a number I don’t recognize.
Someone found my abandoned purse on the subway, with everything but the cash I had on me at the time still inside. My guess is when they discovered I had no credit cards, or really anything in there they could hock for cash, they ditched it on the TTC.
JOKES ON THEM FOR ROBBING THE POOR KID! Har har.
Last and final update: My mom got me an iPhone 3Gs for Christmas. It is IPWN, and it is the best thing ever. Here’s some random pictures because I like bragging.
Laura out.
Oh, yeah. I still hate winter as much as I ever did, my new space heater sucks, and it’s always cold as frig in here. Do not want.
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I like that we can zoom into those photos until they’re freaky huge. Also, I DO know people who like being broke w/o full time employment prospects, although I know you’re not one of them.
I’m just saying, these people exist.
Also, the purse theft is weaksauce. Fuck you purse thieves.
Oh, and update this shit more. I forget how amusing I find your writing style.
I’m really glad you finally got around to writing an entry. Even though I read all your Facebook updates, it’s nice to get entire paragraphs sometimes too.
I really wish I could help you find a job. I know you’ve had bad luck with your search, between Starbucks, and Ashley Madison throwing away your portfolio. I’m keeping my fingers crossed for you.
Sorry you’ve had to sever relations with your ex. Even though it’s a nice idea when people can remain friendly with their ex, a lot of the time emotions and baggage just won’t let that happen.
You said you’re happy being single, so even though I have a secret crush on you, I’m glad you’re happy being single. I know some people are miserable unless they’re in a relationship, even if it’s a bad relationship.
Thanks Trev. Although the “happy” was meant with the deepest sacrasm as I’m still kind of miserable (but much better than I was initially), I appreciate the comment nonetheless. :)
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