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Reeses + Whoppers.
I really thought this would be more groundbreaking.
But it's not nearly as good as I imagined, It's like... not enough to be good as the original thing, the two flavors don't compliment each other, but hinder instead.

Teletech is going good as can be, easiest $11.50 I'll ever make.
I believe I am developing a crush on the boy next to me. Unfortunatly I hear of girlfriends.

I'll keep ya posted.

44 days.

I always wonder about how my Ireland life will go down. Will I hate it and come back in a month? Will I love it and never come home? Will I find love? Will I find true friends? The excitement of it actually kills me that I have to wait another month and a half to go. And the fact that I have to spend that time in a call center hurts. But the money will be worth it.

Fatty ftw

Why Do I insist on paying money for greasy food that inevitably makes me feel worse about myself?

When I am sober my weight loss dream seems so realistic to me and I honestly want to feel better about myself. But as soon as I smoke a joint or have a beer i'll buy timbits and kd till my stomach explodes.

Me and Joey sold our souls to Teletech today, woo... money...

Oh, I came to the conclusion that I am seen as a "hot friend" in the eyes of my guy friends, which, is better than just being a friend. (sometimes) but, it'd be nice to have something other then a fuck in a while.

Aruba, Jamaica, I really wanna take ya.

I wish I had a really, really good friend.

I do have good friends, like joey, but I wish I had someone that I was trusted, and felt comfortable enough, to tell everything too. It's weird how I don't have close girl friends, I am so jealous of those who have them. I consistently feel like I don't belong in St. John's but going to Fort Mac only scared me more of the world because I hated it more then here! I am really hoping that Europe will prove differently.

Another wish I have is to be able to express myself artistically. I see all these great, beautiful thing's and emotions flowing all around me but I can't express it any way.

Sometimes I think I am great, Sometimes I think I suck.
Sometimes I don't know what to do.

I hate when you feel like someone doesn't like you, because you know you have good intuitions.
Last night was cute. I wish Richard didn't get so drunk though.... it's a hassle. I smoke too much weed. And eat way too fucking much.

I fucked up.

Agh. Why do I sleep with people? I never feel better about myself afterwards. I must be a joke or something, because it seems I'm never considered for relationships material, But I guess who would, seeing me sleeping around. It's not what i want though, at all. It's so sad. I need to stop fucking around or something, I need to stop wanting a boyfriend. This was never hard?

Hail Hitler?!

So it appears I am turning into quite the little stoner. Not much else to do though when your biggest concern is saving the Princess... again. Oh, and the never-ending problem "what am I going to do with the rest of my life" which I think should frankly fuck off. My dad wants me to re-do all the courses I failed in MUN.... which I think would actually result in worse grades. Such an un-appealing idea. I really need to apply for the veterinary college.... I guess I'm just afraid of academic rejection, or failure. How nice would it be to live in Vancouver though..


Dear cute Irish Boy,
Keep waiting for me! I am coming!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mZiRiIpZVF4&eurl=http://www.cracked.com/article_16959_5-classic-cartoons-they-dont-want-you-see.html
WHAT THE FUCK
i find past media involving illegal thing's now so hilarious

I wonder if girls are threatened by me.

Bonjour!

Dad comes back today. No more driving 2 hours a day for me! Phew. I really didn't play this Flatrock card right... It would have been so much fun to move out here with a cute boy and cook meals all day, and ski and hike and cuddle and and and lots of other cute thing's. However said cute boy does not exist, or at least is not in cuddle vicinity. Though I did have some good times with Joey, coming out here and smoking up. This would be a great place to live with a bunch of people if we all had transportation into town (and infinity gas money...) Oh it would be so cute!

Interview this morning went pleasantly well, despite my high pre-anxiety. Jeez, i need meds. I really hope I get the job, but more importantly I hope that I like the job... I guess I will stay until March to save moulah for Ireland. And hopefully by the time I go there the rain will be non-existent. Hah, as if. I am still terribly disappointed about my bar tending course though....

I guess that's all I have to say right now. Go me for writing in this more then once! But alas the Princess is calling for me... (what am I gonna do when i finish this game... )

Au revoir!

So in influence of Sarah I am starting my blog. Hopefully I will actually write in this one and it does not become a lost archive of my life, like so many, many of my other attempts. Jan 12th... Still Unemployed. I should be going to Europe in 3 days but I decided to give more money to SWAP to change my ticket so I could a) make more money and b) take a bartending course, however now: - I still have no job - My class was cancelled This is quite the damper in my plans, I do have a job interview tomorrow but part of me makes me just want to change my entire ticket so I can leave soon, in my hopeful mind state that the love of my life is just waiting in Ireland for me.