so i guess i’m probably moving to altoona in a week or so…
finding a job is infinitely harder than i remembered it being. someone, help a brotha out. get me a job. i’ll even break down and move to altoona if i have to.
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got all the transplants in just before the rain. yes. i hope this rain quits so i can get the seeds in the ground and my little herb garden going. i hadn’t been in the dirt in a while, it was great. i feel 100x better about everything. it also might have something to do with the fact that i haven’t gotten drunk in almost a week. crazy, right? to celebrate i’m going to get smashed at taylor’s going away party. but really what i want to say right now is POOL IS OPEN, LET’S SWIM OUR SUMMER AWAAAAY. i have a floating chair thing with TWO cup holders.
i’ve been watching deadliest catch all day and now i’m re-pissed off that i won’t see the man of my dreams again for a very long time. UGH. i really hope the next time i walk into the goose he is sitting at the bar and tells me he quit being a fisherman and is ready to marry me.
This bitch chugs things like no one I have ever met. Because of this, she is very prone to brain feeezes. She leaves me again on Sunday. I’m pissed.
NICKTAHN SUMMA.
i turned down the job. i am pretty okay with the decision. i’m just gonna get some shitty job and have a great fucking time at home for the summer. it’s the best season to be home. Madeline and John came to hangout last night and any regret i had of not going was washed away. for as shitty as home can be it really is filled with some a+ fucking people, and that’s what it’s all about right?
goals for the next week (because when i don’t have goals i wind up watching tv all day with a beer and beef sticks):
-look banging at this wedding i’m going to saturday.
-wake up before 9 am (or at least 10)
-get garden planted.
-ride my bike.
-apply at more jobs.
-GO SWIMMING.
-make myself want to stop smoking cigarettes.
-drink less often, but drink way more when i do. haha.
GUYS, I NEED HELP.
go work on orcas island as a receptionist at doe bay resorts and get paid 9 bucks an hour and live in a tent and meet new people/see new shit.
OR
stay in nicktown until september, be home for the pig roast, convince amy to come up and spend all of july/august to hang, work at (hopefully) sheetz, do drive-in/krispy kreme/night swims forever.
I AM SERIOUSLY SO FUCKING CONFUSED. UGH.
