I hate when I’m always the person starting conversations, online or not. Every time I wonder if the other person even wants to talk to me.

"Political language is designed to make lies sound truthful and murder respectable, and to give an appearance of solidity to pure wind. "
— George Orwell
vacation time

Its been a boring uneventful week, my gf took off on vacation and I’ve had a temporary farm job peeling garlic, if I see another clove im going to go insane, I did catch up with a few old friends though, it was nice talking. leaving on vacation in a day. Really looking forward to everything, I only have limited internet acess but I plan on taking plety of pictures and making a few posts. I’d say I’m going to miss everyone but knowing where I’m going I wont start missing people until at least half way through the week.

Job Chaos

My origional plan for the summer was to get a co-op for a month at the source until some people at the store left and job oppoutounities opened. The day of my interview I was all dressed and ready to go but something prompted me to call ahead, literally minuites before the manager that I had everything aranged with was fired. I asked how long it would be before there would be a new manager and was told two weeks cutting it reallly short to start. So I called upper management and stated my issue and said how close the deal was to done, I was told that they would honour the agreement and I would have my co-op. just sat down and thought crisis avoided.

I had no idea how wrong I was, as soon as the new manager gets in he called breaking off the deal and saying there was too much going on. Me being stubborn and determined, and a bit annoyed at just being ditched went down with a resumee, cover letter and amazing refrence letter from a lawyer. I managed to win the guy over and he said he would be happy to have me but he would need to convince management, there was an issue with a previous co-op student stealing. I felt good but at the same time felt like punching the asshole who had made this so hard for me.

It’s been a while and I havent heard back yet, I’ve missed the first week anyway so I’m thinking about just skipping the damn co-op, it would require me to do 100h of work in less than three weeks. This entire thing is driving me crazy and has me asking if its even worth a single credit and the resumee booster.
So annoyed, glad I have been able to spend some time with my friends though.

Today was boring, thats the only word to use. woke up at around 11:30 then went biking to meet Giovanni at two for one, I dont know why but I just felt out of energy and tired even though I had gotten more than enough sleep. I actually ended up sleeping there for a bit because there was nothing to do and we were both tired. went to Chris’s but got turned away, ya, boring. I find it annoying that the last week I have before I start working for the summer is such an uneventful one.

"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away."
— Maya Angelou
Love

gtotheovanni:

It seems to me that love is doomed from the onset. No matter which way things work out for the two of you, love ends in sadness. So why do we all want it so much? It’s one of the basic needs of human life, isn’t it?

So here’s what I’ve been thinking. Love isn’t about the destination, it’s about the whole ride, the good times you have, the feeling of unity…it’s a lot like life. And if we all have life, we must all have the capability to love.

Love is such a complex topic. You can’t even define it.

That fits life itself, life can only lead to death, its about the things inbetween. You shouldn’t look at the destination but at the moments along the way. Peope who live for the future have no moments and those that live for the moment have no future, you need to find balance and not worry about things too much.

"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind."
— Dr. Seuss
Theme created by: Roy David Farber and Hunson. Tweaked by Giovanni. Powered By: Tumblr...
1 of 2