Month: June 2009

  • Strength

    Friday was a bad day for me. I got to work, and my sinuses were flaring up again, I was in a great deal of pain.

    Not only that, but I had realized that my efforts at work seem to be wasted. I try so hard, but still end up falling short. Everyone thinks that I am doing a wonderful job, but I still felt hopeless. I contemplated walking out. I sat at my desk, and thought about just quitting. I would rather live on the street than deal with this. I cried a little bit. I was so close to getting up and walking out. The day continued to be terrible.

    I had been hearing a little bit about Iran's current struggles, but I wasn't really paying much attention. I was working my ass off and didn't have the time to do anything other than sleep, eat, and work. Today I started reading more about Iran's problems and watching videos. The more I read and the more I watch, the more I realize that my problems are nothing compared to what these people are going through.

    I think that in seeing these people unit in such a way for what they believe in, the world can be a better place. These people are strong, determined and I commend them for standing up for themselves. They are suffering violence for what they believe in. This video in particular is very compelling to me:

    My thoughts and dreams go out to everyone who is marching, protesting, and fighting for what they believe in in Iran.

    What these people are going through put it in perspective for me: what I'm going through isn't even half as bad.

  • what?

    Tylenol's rapid release gels are full of shit. Took em an hour ago and I still feel like shit. What the hell man.

  • googoo for Gaga...

    I'm not exactly sure what it is, but I think Lady Gaga is sexy as hell. The fact that she's so strange is appealing, and I totally love her. I wrote on my Facebook that I wished she was my lover

    Her videos are amazing, and I love them all. If she's not here to stay for a very long time, I'll be shocked. And upset. Of course.

  • Till Death Do Us Part

    To say I've been busy is a severe understatement. People ask "Are you busy?" I just laugh. A short, blunt, abrubt, little "HA." I no longer know what peace and quiet is. I don't know what free time is.

    And I'm slowly cracking.

    The pressure is making me go slightly insane. I sometimes feel like a maniac these days. Every time I never dealt with stress and shoving it all away is coming back to haunt me. I feel like laughing like a crazy person for no reason. Is laughter really the best medicine? Or is it just the sound of insanity? I don't know anymore.

    Work owns my life. If I was in school right now, I'd be fucked.

    Mandatory 12 hours a day. Sometimes I work 13-14. I worked 63 hours last week.

    The only good thing is the money. The only good thing.

    Plus people keep pushing all their work on me. I have to be perfect. I can't fail anyone. Gotta get it all done. Plus people don't get done what they need to get done.

    Work is killing me.

     

    damnit

     

  • One Year For Rape....?!

    This makes me sick. Just sick. That man needs to be locked up for life. Not even kidding. This pisses me off and upsets me more than you can imagine.Where's the justice for this poor little girl? She'll need therapy for the rest of her life. Link