Days of My Life

I earned and received my first paycheck today. Although it is not much at all, I now know the value of working for oneself and actually earning money rather than asking for it. Despite how much I disliked training and how boring I thought it was, I really enjoy working at CSC. I love greeting visitors, guests and co-workers alike, giving directions and suggestions, answering questions and addressing concerns, floating around and covering others on breaks. I love the endless interaction and the constant work. Everything I do there so immensely exceeds the nothing I would otherwise do at home all day. Another thing that I enjoy about working is observing people and then having funny stories to tell. All of my co-workers are so nice, too. It's true when the managers/ supervisors say that we are all one big family/ team, no matter what color polos we're wearing and how our pants fit (the dress code for volunteers is far more lenient). Over the past four days, I have seen the strang...

I desperately need a pick-me-up. Or even something as simple as a joke. This is what happens when I stay at home alone all day: I get bored, then cranky, then frustrated. And now the Internet is being so provokingly irritating. But wait! I just got my diploma in the mail. It's actually quite chilly outside...and inside. I want to snuggle up in bed already, but it's not bedtime yet... I think I might regret saying that come tomorrow morning while I'm standing at work. Work, which I will talk about at another time because I'm just too, too tired to write much tonight. I was too tired (and BORED) to DO much today, really. It sounds funny, I know, but it was just frustrating. That is why it's bad for me to be bored: the more bored I am, the less I feel like doing anything. I actually miss school.

I feel guilty for not having blogged in what feels like too long of time. I'm currently listening to Britt Nicole, a Christian singer whose songs don't seem religious at all if you don't know her background. Anyway, some very nice songs she has sung and some very nice songs I am listening to. Today, I worked from 8:30 to 2:30, with a paid 45-minute lunch! G, one of our many managers but the one who has been overseeing us for the past two weeks, must have been in a good mood to tell us not to clock out for lunch, haha. The morning "lecture" was difficult in that it was a Powerpoint "presentation" and it was still exceptionally early and many people had trouble staying awake, much less attentive. Then we had a "one-minute stretch" at 9:30, which ultimately made me really start to close my eyes and drift away from the lecture. Finally, we began our Ecosystems tour/ lecture OUTSIDE of the conference room. The Ecosystems exhibit opened in March, and...

For some reason, I feel downright down right now. I could seriously start crying if I just think of it. I desperately need sleep, and I desperately need time to myself. I cannot wait for school to be over so I can have at least a day or two to catch up on those. I thought I would be excited to write this five-year letter to myself, but I just find it a tedious task. The three thank you letters to teachers, too. I might ask Mrs. L for an extension because I really have not had the time to do anything but attend training and orientation for this entire weekend. Well, admittedly, I did do a few things. And I probably will finish at least the letter to myself before I go to bed (ha) tonight. But I am so not looking forward to taking a multiple choice test and essay test on two books that I have not read at all tomorrow. I don't even know what we're doing for PCC, either. Man, this sucks. It's really not fair for me to blog right now because I am probably just dampening your moo...

Senior Awards Night :) more tomorrow

Currently, I am at home alone, and I am scared to go back downstairs, for my paranoia compels me to fear predator-robberies, even in a gated, locked home. Because my parents have always told me all these crazy stories and because I watch too much "CSI"-related shows. Yesterday, I started to blog, and about three paragraphs in, I no longer knew what I had to say and I dubbed what had already been typed useless, so I just closed the tab. And now I'm sitting in S's room, hoping that today's post will go better than did yesterday's, that I will have something the least bit meaningful or relevant to talk about. The Lakers won game three! What a close game. I actually didn't pay much attention (even though the television was directly in front of me) until the middle of the third quarter, though. Derek Fisher is so cool. At the end of the game, when all the camera people and reporters started the interviews, I began to wonder about the conversations that each tea...

"You've gone in too deep and now you don't know what to do. You can't back out anymore because you have invested so much in it." -LL If things had gone as planned and if the world--my world--were perfect, I would be winding down at prom just about now. But things didn't go as planned or as desired, as my world is not perfect--nor is anybody else's. So here I am, sitting in MY room at MY desk, blogging with a disturbing stomachache, the kind that I get when I feel that something is wrong. This time, that "something wrong" is obvious--I'm not where I'm supposed to be, with my friends, at one of the few most anticipated events of not just senior year, but of all of high school. Today, I woke up way too early, considering the time I slept (or didn't) last night and all the nights of this and last week. The C.A.C.A. awards ceremony was pretty informal, but its audience was considerably larger than I had anticipated, and there were so many ...