they just asked me permission if they could stay for the night due to some car issues. i was like, ‘whatevz yeah!” cos it doesn’t really matter since i won’t actually be moving stuff till friday/saturday. there will be mass cleaning thursday/friday.
they best be packing up tomorrow! if i don’t have some sense of space about my room by thursday, lulz. just, lulz. then all weekend dedicated to mass cleaning/preparing/moving/etc, etc.
i think this semester, i can aim for some A’s. one of my english classes is definitely do-able. no slacking! asam 124 requires i go all out on that research paper (ps that waitlist needs to be processed so i know for sure if i am in the class). it’s english 45c that might be a brat to me. gonna work hard and hopefully i can reach the goal. what up essays! i need to get a planner so i can start inputting all these due dates.
patience is a virtue i need to work on. y’all needs to get to steppin’.
ughhh, i really want, but then i don’t want that job i interviewed for. i could really use the money, but i just looked over my schedule. those hours are motherfucking brutal! gahhhh. i mean, idk what the likelihood is of my actually getting this job, but it’s really relevant in terms of teaching me more about publishing and editing since i’d be working directly under the managing editor (and i’m interested in going into publishing).
but it’s just those hours that are so daunting. idk. i’m still looking for a job, but honestly, if i can’t find anything or no one else wants to tap on my shoulder and interview me, i should really stop stalling and apply for that internship i keep thinking about. i also keep thinking about the academic/working advice i got last friday (which i don’t feel inclined to go into detail on). i feel so stressed about it.
all i really want to do is make things financially easier for my parents; they’ve given me so, so much already that i don’t want to ask for more. in fact, i really want to prove to them that i really can take care of myself in some capacity.
hippies, if you are not out by the 31st, i will be so, so angry. y’all bettah gets to steppin’. i already paid my september rent! gtfo!
gah, i hate waiting on responses. it’s making me antsy, uncertain and irate.
this house is seriously really gross right now. if september isn’t better, i wants out.
tell me why the door randomly popped open, but no one was on the other side.
hustlin’ y’allzzz! i miss being busy like this; however, i dunno if i can handle how consecutive today was and still have enough energy for anything else. idk how i even handled it last semester (academics, pcn, pass, maganda?). womp womp. if i don’t get a job this semester, maybe i’ll go forward with the internship i was thinking about doing.
tap dance!
so last week, i was freaking out over finances and i started sending my resume to a shitload of listings on callisto (and i still can’t figure out how to use it. but that’s a whole other story) and someone actually responded! and that’s all fine and dandy, except the hours are 15-19 hrs/wk. wut. debating how much of a good idea this actually is right now. or maybe i can kinda tell them to maybe give me smaller hours? or maybe i should drop my breadth class. hmm.
getting back on the berkeley grind. academics, orgs, work. i’m excited for many things. interns, an ading, maganda, pcn. i want to inspire people the way so many of the upperclassmen did for me last year. gotta work hard, stay focused and not let anyone deter me.
hippies need to not touch any of my fucking stuff. i don’t give a fuck if you paid to share this space or not; you both are irresponsible people who do nothing all day and make messes everywhere. i don’t give a shit if you were just cleaning up a little so you can have your other hippie friends over. i don’t give a shit if you have as much right to this space as i do; the moment i moved in and had no room to go was the moment that the living room area became my temporary personal space. and not just my personal space, but trevor’s too. so take your little hippie friends and kindly gtfo. go party at peoples’ park. go crash other peoples’ places. everyone in this house has had enough of your shit.
