In 4.5 hours. Who’s fucked? Me. Let’s hope I survive the race…and after.
I am literally counting down the days of my undergraduate career — 4 more days! Seriously. Now what? As I don’t want to be a
slave lifer in the restaurant industry, I began my job hunt today. What’s out there? Are there even any jobs available? The academic advisors in my department are terrible and the jobs that I am interested in require x amount of years of experience. Um, where are we supposed to get this experience from if no one will hire us?! Another topic on its own… And I am pretty happy with my super-padded resume and my networking skills. But will this land me a job on its own? Hardly. Ha, and with an Arts degree and aspirations in fields I have no academic training in at all in addition to the scarce and depleting job market in today’s day and age, let’s just say it’s going to be a fun ride.
Thanks to my super awesome stalking skills, I found out he has a girlfriend! Ha, go me! FML.
On the same note, who doesn’t love Jojo‘s remix of Marvin’s Room by Drake. Yeah.
Fuck that new girl that you like so bad
She’s not crazy like me I bet you like that
I said fuck that new girl that’s been in your bed
And when you’re in her I know I’m in your head
I mean, I’m just saying you can do better
Always turned you out every time we were together
Once you had the best boy, you can’t do better
Baby I’m the best so you can’t do better
And Chris Brown‘s is pretty sick too.
Especially when you’re the one sending them out. Even worse when you weren’t even drunk. Oops. I was bored. Sorry if I ever got your hopes up!
Yeah. I seemed to think it was a cool idea to drink and party for 5 out of the 7 days of this week. I came to a brutal realization this morning that my life is NOT a Ke$ha song. Or Lady Gaga’s “Just Dance” song. Or even more closely related, Katy Perry‘s song, “Last Friday Night (TGIF)”. Seriously. I need to detox. My body is so exhausted. I can’t even eat real food or beverages anymore. FML.
Pictorials from birthday extravaganza weekend part 1 (part 2 to commence this Friday):
Seb’s house party. I wait every year for this party because I can literally drunkenly stumble home. I was sad because the cops came and broke up the party at like 1am and forced everyone inside which erupted an awesome Bruno Mars singalong. And I met a childhood friend! Win.
Bianca’s birthday! Too much fun…from what I can remember. As you can see, I DID make it into Republic. Leaving is something I don’t remember. But I do remember the curb. And the random Meditteranean food. Flash of a cab. Destroying the cab. And then waking up to my credit card missing (which my neighbour found but by then I had already cancelled the card — and for a good reason). Yeah. All this happened like by 1am.
I blame this ALL on Ke$ha. But all in all, good times as always! Can’t wait to do it all (almost all) again this weekend!
YES. There is such a thing as too old. And I have discovered that today. Y’all know how much I love older men. But seriously, I’ve met my limit! I just found out that gym guy is fucking 40 years old…turning 41. Um.. no. Why does this shit always happen to me? My limit is 35. Stricly 35. FML.