i'm hungover, and pissed as hell.
i need my fucking coffee.
and my tummy hurts.
ok, sorry for the bitchy beginning.
i'm starting to become settled here in my new home.
my apartment is adorable. hardwood floors, built-in bookcases and a fireplace and porch!
my room is rather tiny, but it's okay, i just have to utilize my space wisely.
last night i started putting together my ikea dresser, then i decided to stop and just get wasted.
i love my roommate. at one point i hated her, it was boy bullshit, not worth it, i'm glad that she came back into my life, she's amazing.
this month i am flat-out broke. i'm gonna be eating ramen, cereal and pb and j for the whole month.
i'm interviewing at a restaurant tuesday. i got a few pre-screenings that seem to go well at the mall.
gamestop would be a riot, j. crew would be a test of my patience, and the gap and pushing credit cards would piss me off.
back into the world of mall retail!
two jobs+school in the fall=massive stress
oh well, i need all three.
i want to build up my resume, i am determined to work at burberry. seriously. so fucking nice. they wear suits to work! and i'd have to submit my resume. i doubt they'd be impressed by target. i need some mid-level retail experience.
ok, time to check on my coffee, and finish my bookcase, these boxes need to get unpacked.
extreme clutter makes me nervous. hah.
MOVING TUESDAY JULY 1st.
i made my uhaul reservation tonight, my roommate is getting the electric turned on friday.
ORLANDO, HERE I COME.