I like living on campus. I never have to see anybody TOO often. I do miss everyone, though. This way, however, I feel like I spend just the right amount of time wtth everyone. I do feel that I'm becoming a failure as an N.A. The real problem is that I could really care less right now. Ughhh....can't my residents just behave?!
NA training is almost finished. Those runts move in on Friday. I'm relieved, yet utterly stressed. The last two weeks have been delightful, but it's been so time consuming. I mean, I only just discovered that Britney had her baby and that Bobby & Whitney are finito. Truly, the end of an era. Why is Fergie still going to Taco Bell? Anyway, there is still so much to do over the next few days. I just hope I can handle it. As long as there are no rapes or suicide attempts, I should be fine. I'm pretty in love with the other Oakes NAs (as well as the C8 RAs), so that helps.
I haven't been too busy to not hear the new Girls Aloud & Sugababes' singles, though. Loves them both. They've been making my iTunes very happy. On top of my Cheetah "Strut", naturally.
Who doesn't love Michael? I mean, honestly. We all want him to win. Oooo....and Ms. New York is back!!! I could not be more pleased. Bitch was made for telelvision.
Well, I'm no longer a teenager. It's a thought that scares me on so many levels. I'm not particularly sure why, as this change in age will have (or has had) no direct effect on my life. I just don't feel like I'm 20 years old. Or how I think a 20-year-old should feel. I've still never been in a relationship; never been on a date. I still use my Rugrats pillowcase & I don't have a driver's license. Should I have accomplished more by the end of my teen years? I didn't think so. Until now.
My birthday was incredibly pleasant. Not the slightest bit exciting, but it never is. Dinner with the parentals. Movies with friends. Simple & nice. 'tis my life. 2 days left in Los Angeles. It feels a bit rushed, but I'm ready to return to northern life. Santa Cruz & I weren't on the best of terms when summer finally arrived, but I'm hoping all will return to the way it started. I'll be living on my own for the first two weeks, which I'm anticipating. I think I need some alone time with my 2nd home. I'll miss my summer routine, though. Work has been great & I've just started to become social with my Hollister folk. I've adored my afternoons with Felicity, the Golden Girls, Goldfish crackers, and Dr.Pepper. It's all been getting old, though. People are leaving &/or becoming busy again. It just isn't as much fun being home if you don't really see anybody.
I've gotten my summer project completed. I now have a DVD of all my lame "Camus News" biznit. It's been so weird watching that footage over the past couple of days. I doesn't seem like that long ago, yet it feels like ages. Listening to the witty repartee Jessica Yeo & I have at that anchor's desk, immediately followed by a shot of Christina discussing all the things she'll miss about Marshall. Talk about deja vu. That school is a whole new world, though. Je n'aime pas.
I'm not doing what I want to be doing. That's the big lesson I've learned over the last couple of days. I know what it is that I want & I think I know how to get there. I just don't know if I can switch over to the right path. Until then, I'll just continue following what it is I think I should be doing. This is the transition part of my life. I'm over it. I think.
I didn't think I could ever feel bad for Tara Reid. Until now.
Gosh darn, all I want is some "SexyBack"!!! Is that really too much to ask for? I swear, it's everywhere I go except when I actually want it around. Speaking of which, Justin Timberlake & I aren't friends right now. I'm over it (translation: I'm still extremely upset with that bitch!). I'm finally beginning to embrace the Duff. I think it's because I know she's passed her peak, so it's out of pity.
Sorry for the lack of updates. My life has been so uninspiring as of late. I work. I relax. I sleep. Each & every day. As enjoyable as it has been, it's really kept me from wanting to post here.
Christina's album is decent enough. Tons of filler, as she always does, but it's a lovely grower. I really don't see much of a difference between CD1 & CD2, though. Plus, those Stripped-sounding songs really ruin things for me. Paris' album, though, is as shite as I expected it to be. That said, "Nothing In The World" is one of the best pop songs I've heard in ages.
Summer Sounds is almost done. As nice as that will be, I'll miss it. Our lil group is great & I'll definitely miss getting paid for not doing much of anything.
When I'm drunk, I'm going to point out your flaws. Deal with it.
I like my lil circle of friends. Adding on to that is lame.
Bed time, fo rizzle. I haven't gone to bed this late in ages.
Why this video should lift your spirits: 1) "The Baby-Sitters Club" TV series is on YouTube, providing further proof that YouTube is, in fact, the greatest website of all time. 2) Zach Braff on the BSC TV series. Now, who wouldn't want that on their resume. 3) Zach Braff + Dawn, only the greatest of the 7 (that Hispanic cholita who later replaced Dawn does not count) members of the BSC.
As a child, these gals were my idols. Reminiscing about them takes me back to those days of yesteryore.