There's nowhere to go but on...

I have AMAZING NEWS. I won't divulge much because nothing's finalized yet. Let's just say I might soon get to do something I've wanted to do my whole life!!!

Amidst all of the chaos and shit that has been going on for the past couple of days, the fact that a gay man called me pretty today has managed to lift my spirits...

I have about a hundred pages of journalism law reading to get through, as well as all of the reading and homework for all of my other classes, and a dormitory hall floor meeting that I do not want to go to, mainly because it will be a total waste of time. I don't know anyone on my floor, besides my roommates, and I'm perfectly content with that. Besides, my floor is literally deserted. Everyone keeps to themselves and it's kind of refreshing and usually silent, which I love!

I should have my credit card forcibly removed from my person. The sight of this months receipts alone makes me cringe. It's disgusting really.

I mostly blame the fashion blogs that I've been reading of late and my own lack of will power.

My personal vow: I will not touch my credit card again, at least not until it's paid off in full, which will be a while. I feel like if it's in writing this promise will be more binding. We'll see...

( Update )

Two posts in one day. A first for me...

I've stopped watching TV. Yes if ever you knew me, you'd know that I loved my shows. I knew my schedules like the back of my hand and you bet my ass was in front of the TV as soon as the recaps started rolling. It was pretty pathetic.

I recently realized that I'm kinda over it. It's pretty much the same thing over and over again, and no one's even trying to hide it anymore. Really, it's just a waste of time. Don't get me wrong, yes, I do still indulge occasionally, but I've noticed that after a half an hour or so I'm ready to do something else, something more productive like working on the blog or reading.

I feel so much more inspired. Like I've been freed, let out of the cave, blinded by all that the world has to offer. Plato are you listening...

So, a few days ago I applied for a job at my university's Phonathon. Essentially, I'd be calling alumni and asking for donations. In other words, I'd be a glorified telemarketer. Well, they hired me and I start training next Tuesday.

It doesn't pay much, but I need whatever money I can get my hands on since my scholarship kinda screwed me.

Also, I've never really realized that I've never really worked for a paycheck. Yeah, when I was about 15 I worked for the city, but really I was paid to hang out with my friends, no real resume material there. Then I kinda interned for a couple bucks a week at a photo studio, but that pay was off the books. I never worked during the school year, mainly because my parents were willing to pay for everything as long as I kept my grades up. They were hoping that I get a scholarship...mission accomplished, I guess.

Not that I've been lazy. I've worked my ass off every free chance I got in high school. I mean I did everything. Class and extracurriculars during the school year and then repeat over the summer, but I still feel so unaccomplished...

But enough about the past, on to the present. I have a BLOG. I've wanted to start one for the longest time. It's still in the works, but my goal is to eventually monetize. It will take months, I know this, but it'd be nice to write about what I enjoy on my own terms. Who knows if I'll get to do this in the "real" world as a journalist...

I'll publish the blog url as soon as I get everything sorted out.

Once that's all out of the way, summer internship hunt. Should be interesting.

I have this weird habit of humming songs that don't exist...hmm

It feels so strange. I have this amazing apartment (dorm) overlooking the South Street Seaport AND The Brooklyn Bridge and I have the most amazing roommates and great friends here at school and they're all so sweet and nice and I've really missed them over the summer but it all feels so fake and sort of surreal. It's just so superficial. I really want/need someone in my life who's HERE with me and gets me. Not just the nice/polite "normal" me but the sad "I really want to be alone for an undisclosed amount of time...and no I'm NOT mad at you" me. Not a romantic relationship, but a good and honest relationship. I need this. I want this. But I don't have this right now and I really wish I did.

So it seems that I have hurt/sprained my ankle (lucky me) which means that I probably won't be playing any golf tomorrow but I'm still going to the tournament. Problem is, now I kind of want to play :-/

So, my scholarship tournament...well not mine (new year, new scholar) is on Monday.

Problem is Tuesday (May 15) marked the date of my tournament last year and exactly one year since the last time I touched a golf club...srsly. &&& my back hurts from hauling boxes and suitcases of crap from my dorm.

Back pain + 18 holes of golf + no practice = days of soreness :/

Oh, and let's not forget the embarrasment of having to explain my lacking skils while playing said 18 holes.

So my dad just bought a jeep...spur of the moment decision apparently. Hmmm...

So I'm way too busy w/ college apps and school and everything so I've decided to go on hiatus and get everything done. I'll be gone for a week or so, but I'll be back don't worry.
-Kim

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