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| m&ms487 (profile) wrote, on 11-3-2005 at 5:58pm | |
| I've been accepted to CMU. They sent me a t-shirt today. It's a very bright white. I like its newness. So much as been going on lately. I leave for school in the morning when it's dark out, and I get home when it's dark outside. It's almost as if there was never a day at all. But of course that would be false, because even if I don't see it, it's still there, right? I hope so. All state band auditions are saturday. I'm not sure I'm as prepared as I should be. I've been practicing between three and five hours a day for a little over the past week. My tone is getting a lot better (recovering from the horridness of piccolo). I'm still nervous, though. I guess I've talked myself into believing that it doesn't matter if I get in or not, but it does. It's one of the only things that I'll be able to do. I can't go to CMU's workshop, I can't go to CMU's honors band, I can't go to EMU's honors band. This is about the last thing that I'll be able to do where I'll be challenged and not have to play horridly easy music with people who don't know how to play their fucking instrument. But I rant. My eighteenth birthday is a month from tomorrow. Work will be happy because then I can sell lottery and tobacco at the service desk. As much as I want to kill people who run that place, I still can't help but fantasize that someday I could get a degree in marketing or something and be a higher executive than all of them and fire them because they're stupid. I don't think that they realize that they expect too much out of people they only pay six dollars an hour to. I see so many people there that are intelligent and should be doing something, but no, they work for a measly six dollars an hour and will never do any better. The waste of potential disgusts me. Whenever I am there I feel as though some goodness, some intelligent part of me is dying. Everytime someone yells at me because meijer screwed them over I feel like saying "You know what? They're screwing me over too. I get paid fucking six dollars and hour to stand here and take your shit for them, and guess what, they don't care, even if I do get a manager and they listen to you and assure you they'll 'look into it', nothing is going to happen. You standing here yelling at me is doing neither of us any good, and nothing is going to change because frankly all that corporate does care about are numbers, their profit, how many defective items they can pass off you to, how many times they can screw you over by not pricing things and you aren't a number, you're a real person, just like me, and therefore, they don't care. So fuck off." End rant. |
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Brianna | 11-03-05 9:49pm CMU. :) It's a good college. |
cowsgomoo!!! | 11-03-05 10:31pm yay... random bitching is fun!!!
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spinder | 11-08-05 10:09am "My eighteenth birthday is a week from tomorrow"
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| m&ms487 | Re:, 11-08-05 5:30pm You're right, it's a month. I almost wish it was a week, though. |
spinder | Re: Re:, 11-10-05 4:38pm Okay! whew.. cause.. yeah.. I was thinking Cristmass bells.. a bunch of four of them.. cause thats how I remember your birthday.
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