Colorado. Runner. Yogi. Fucking hilarious, like, 17% of the time.

you could paint a beautiful mural over every ugly mural in the world!

Oh, people. Darling darling people. When I left corporate america like six months ago, I was this girl: money doesn't matter! Work is hard and not rewarding! And I'm required to be there for like nine hours a day, doing things I don't care about! School will be DIFFERENT!

Three weeks ago, I was this girl: I miss my monnnnnnnney.

Apparently I underestimated my appreciation for the finer things in life. Green papery things, to be specific. I allowed that appreciation to lure me into a possible situation where I'd be working, instead of schooling.

Job wise, though, everything got a little wacky today. I had to sign something for school and I'd been dodging commitments that I wasn't sure I could meet, and everything came to a head. My prospective boss wanted me on board, had my offer letter written and signed by HR, and just needed the signature of the company president. The company president, at literally the last possible second, declined to sign. He cited 'budget' concerns.

What about MY budget concerns, buddy?

Ok, I joke. Seriously. Sure, I miss having expendable income, but I'm not actually broke. I'm, essentially, a gigantic baby who is incapable of going for six months without new shoes.

I'm glad to be signed on for another semester, though. I'm surprised by how glad, really. I have a happy relaxed brain.

Not only that, I have four day weekends.

Everyone says 'you can't take it with you', right?

I'm thinking my four day weekends will ease the pain of my smaller paycheck.

Remind me of that during midterms, would ya?

testing bullets for awesomeness

Poooooor me