Sometimes I feel so hyper I want to jump out of my own skin, and I wonder if it's a combination of the drugs, the caffeine and lusting after the impossible.

( Day 5: My favorite quote )
Day 6: My biggest pet peeve
Day 7: A photo that makes me happy
Day 8: A photo that makes me angry or sad
Day 9: A photo I took
Day 10: A photo of me taken over ten years ago
Day 11: A photo of me taken recently
Day 12: Whatever tickles my fancy
Day 13: A fictional book
Day 14: A non-fictional book
Day 15: A fanatic
Day 16: A song that makes me cry
Day 17: An art piece
Day 18: Whatever tickles my fancy
Day 19: A talent of mine
Day 20: A hobby of mine
Day 21: A recipe
Day 22: A website
Day 23: A YouTube video
Day 24: Whatever tickles my fancy
Day 25: My day, in great detail
Day 26: My week, in great detail
Day 27: My month, in great detail
Day 28: My year, in great detail
Day 29: Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30: Whatever tickles my fancy

( Day 4: My favorite book )
Day 5: My favorite quote
Day 6: My biggest pet peeve
Day 7: A photo that makes me happy
Day 8: A photo that makes me angry or sad
Day 9: A photo I took
Day 10: A photo of me taken over ten years ago
Day 11: A photo of me taken recently
Day 12: Whatever tickles my fancy
Day 13: A fictional book
Day 14: A non-fictional book
Day 15: A fanatic
Day 16: A song that makes me cry
Day 17: An art piece
Day 18: Whatever tickles my fancy
Day 19: A talent of mine
Day 20: A hobby of mine
Day 21: A recipe
Day 22: A website
Day 23: A YouTube video
Day 24: Whatever tickles my fancy
Day 25: My day, in great detail
Day 26: My week, in great detail
Day 27: My month, in great detail
Day 28: My year, in great detail
Day 29: Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30: Whatever tickles my fancy

( Day 3: My favorite television program )
Day 4: My favorite book
Day 5: My favorite quote
Day 6: My biggest pet peeve
Day 7: A photo that makes me happy
Day 8: A photo that makes me angry or sad
Day 9: A photo I took
Day 10: A photo of me taken over ten years ago
Day 11: A photo of me taken recently
Day 12: Whatever tickles my fancy
Day 13: A fictional book
Day 14: A non-fictional book
Day 15: A fanatic
Day 16: A song that makes me cry
Day 17: An art piece
Day 18: Whatever tickles my fancy
Day 19: A talent of mine
Day 20: A hobby of mine
Day 21: A recipe
Day 22: A website
Day 23: A YouTube video
Day 24: Whatever tickles my fancy
Day 25: My day, in great detail
Day 26: My week, in great detail
Day 27: My month, in great detail
Day 28: My year, in great detail
Day 29: Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30: Whatever tickles my fancy

( Day 2: My favorite movie )
Day 3: My favorite television program
Day 4: My favorite book
Day 5: My favorite quote
Day 6: My biggest pet peeve
Day 7: A photo that makes me happy
Day 8: A photo that makes me angry or sad
Day 9: A photo I took
Day 10: A photo of me taken over ten years ago
Day 11: A photo of me taken recently
Day 12: Whatever tickles my fancy
Day 13: A fictional book
Day 14: A non-fictional book
Day 15: A fanatic
Day 16: A song that makes me cry
Day 17: An art piece
Day 18: Whatever tickles my fancy
Day 19: A talent of mine
Day 20: A hobby of mine
Day 21: A recipe
Day 22: A website
Day 23: A YouTube video
Day 24: Whatever tickles my fancy
Day 25: My day, in great detail
Day 26: My week, in great detail
Day 27: My month, in great detail
Day 28: My year, in great detail
Day 29: Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30: Whatever tickles my fancy

( Day 1: My favorite song )
Day 2: My favorite movie
Day 3: My favorite television program
Day 4: My favorite book
Day 5: My favorite quote
Day 6: My biggest pet peeve
Day 7: A photo that makes me happy
Day 8: A photo that makes me angry or sad
Day 9: A photo I took
Day 10: A photo of me taken over ten years ago
Day 11: A photo of me taken recently
Day 12: Whatever tickles my fancy
Day 13: A fictional book
Day 14: A non-fictional book
Day 15: A fanatic
Day 16: A song that makes me cry
Day 17: An art piece
Day 18: Whatever tickles my fancy
Day 19: A talent of mine
Day 20: A hobby of mine
Day 21: A recipe
Day 22: A website
Day 23: A YouTube video
Day 24: Whatever tickles my fancy
Day 25: My day, in great detail
Day 26: My week, in great detail
Day 27: My month, in great detail
Day 28: My year, in great detail
Day 29: Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30: Whatever tickles my fancy

In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

For I have known them all already, known them all;
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
...
So how should I presume?

.

My life has just had a breakthrough.

People who Twitter about every single time they shower are just...strange?

I have been a vegetarian for ten years!

This is possibly the longest commitment I've had to anything! I haven't intentionally eaten meat in a decade and it's been wonderful.

I baked a vegan pumpkin pie tonight.

Also, I would never judge meat eaters so the ~haters~ can just eat their words (instead of fuzzy animals).

As a United States citizen, how can I move to/get a work permit in Canada? I have a Bachelor's degree, I'm about to start taking French but won't finish for another year and a half assuming I finish the classes at all (and am not planning on living in Francophone territory), have no specialized skills and can't afford to go back to university so getting a student visa isn't an option.

If I just want to live there for a few years what can I do to make this happen besides marrying a Canadian? No need to ask why I feel the motivation to do this, I just do.

I don't like working in the afternoon. :( It makes me feel really bad. I have no energy and it's really depressing in general.

I want to change my availability to open-3:30 p.m. every day but my manager will probably ask me why and I don't want to have to explain that I feel like a retched person working in the evenings and there's no other reason. But I just might have to do it because the quality of my life is so much better if I work during the morning/day.

I just bought tickets to my first fan convention and I don't care that I'll end up spending approximately 1/3 of the money in my bank account on it because life's just too short, right?

I also applied to a job that would be perfect for me and that I'm overqualified for and that is on the East Coast. Even though I know the odds of me actually getting the job are really slim, I'm excited that such a job even exists, and after I get back from the convention I've decided that I'm going to start really getting serious about my future career, whatever it may be.

I give up. I don't qualify for any careers. I will just live in my parents' house for the rest of my life and make minimum wage. There are no other options.

I don't understand why people tell me I should go into fields like nursing. I CANNOT AFFORD TO GO BACK TO SCHOOL. I am not going to spend tens of thousands of dollars to go back to school only to make under $10,000 a year.

I have zero qualifications for any "real" careers and I can't GET those qualifications.

My dad wants to license a certain fast food type chain store that no one has ever heard of and make me the manager of it. And I'm all like, yeah, the business will fail if you do that, and he's like, I want you to do it anyway.

It looks like I am destined to work in fast food forever.

I just want to be able to get my nails painted and take a shower and wear somewhat nice clothes to work and not have to get dirty as a basic job requirement. I mean, really.

I also want to move to another state.

None of this is ever going to happen.

How is it that I was born into an upper middle-class family where everyone is successful, am college educated, not and can't get a living wages job?

MY LIFE SUCKS. I have absolutely no future, and it doesn't help that I have zero interests, zero social life, zero future plans, zero personality, and zero goals.

My only hope is to go back to undergrad and start all over again because obviously my degree means absolutely nothing and my internship is probably hampering rather than helping my resume because employers either have no idea what it is or think it was something really stupid (which it was, okay).

I can't work minimum wage jobs for the next 50 years. I can't. But I see absolutely no other options. I'm going nowhere. I'm working for no reason because I will never be able to afford to even move out of this house. It's pretty much pointless to even work when I'm bringing home almost no money and probably compromising my physical health.

What do I do? Isn't there any career out there that will give me a chance? :(

I have three of these on my body, and one "mini" one. I've looked up photos of ringworm and it kind of looks like it...but it also looks like it could be a spider bite.

( What could it be? )

I've had these for over a week and they're going away very, very slowly, and they itch.

I've been training for my second job and it's really wearing on me. For the last three days I haven't even turned on my computer (I know, boo hoo) because I've gone straight from working job #1 to training for job #2. And when I officially start job #2 next week I will potentially be working 16 hours a day twice a week. And even though I've been getting at least 7-8 hours of sleep per night, I don't know if I can really do this.

The good thing about job #2 is that we perform it sitting down and the pay is $1.71 per hour higher than job #1. It's only a temporary job, but if they offer me a permanent position (which is likely, so they say) that's pretty lucrative.

At job #1 I come home smelly, am on my feet all day, and am paid minimum wage. BUT I get over $1.50 an hour in tips so the gross income at each job is comparable. Plus I get off at or before noon every day, which makes getting up insanely early completely worth it, because I basically have the entire day free. And there are thousands of locations all over the country so if I want to move to another state I could just transfer stores.

So I don't know what to do. I was thinking if I survive the next few months at job #2 I will request to be cut down to 20 hours per week at job #1 and then work 20 or 25 hours a week (if possible) at job #2. I never get 40 hours a week at job #1 anyway so even though I would only be working about 40 hours a week I would still be making more than I make now at just one job.

But I'm basically feeling very dead right now.

I'm trying to spend close to no money whatsoever so I've decided to replace two meals a day with one smoothie that I get for free at work. Plus I need to lose 40 pounds so that might help with that aspect of my life as well. Anyway, I won't have time to eat at all soon because I decided to get a seasonal job.

My job is physically and somewhat mentally exhausting and starting next week I'll be working an additional 25 hours a week at my second job. I don't know what I'm getting myself into. Especially since last night my friend calculated how much money I would be making at the second job and it's actually not that much extra, considering. :-(

I think I need to move somewhere warmer for real. This cold weather makes me feel very bad. But I'm scared out of my mind to move anywhere, so I'm stuck. Even funnier is that I wouldn't be scared to move to another country again, but I am terrified to move like 500 miles west. I think it's because I can't drive very well and driving in another state scares me. But driving in winter weather also scares me.

I went to a job interview today for a company I don't really want to work for and it reminded me how much I truly would be appreciative if I got a job at the place where I used to work, so I am going to be more proactive now.

The job I interviewed for was a server job. I really don't think I'm cut out for that type of thing. But it seems they will pay at least minimum wage, plus I'd get tips, obviously, so it could be good as a SECOND job.

My dad doesn't want me to move out. I don't just mean that he doesn't think I'm ready to move out, or that he doesn't think I should rush into moving out, he's actually practically begging me not to move out. I don't know if this is some kind of super-weird reverse psychology but he actually wants me to live with them until at least next summer! He even told me I could live here for the next two years (?). I have more than enough money to move out. In fact, I have saved up 10-12 months' worth of rent. I could move out on October 1 if I wanted. And most people my age (or three years younger...) have already moved out of their parents' house.

I don't understand why he wants me to live with them, it makes no sense. I had no intention of even staying until next year. My goal was to move out by December. I know I could save up a lot of money if I stayed in this house but dude, seriously, I'm not going to be 24/25 years old and still living with my parents.

The only thing is that I do want to buy a house so I guess I could save up enough for a down payment if I stayed here for the next couple of years. But that's still a pretty damn big sacrifice to make.