i start my new job in an hour. whoo. telemarketing. i'll be the bane of everyone's existence. yeeeeeeeha. but it pays, and i need the cash. i'm a bit nervous, as i always am when starting something new, and i don't know how to dress. but i think jeans and a sweater will probably suffice.

people are one of the worst animals in the world, did you know that?

they don't care who you are, only who you were. and even i don't like the girl i was less than a year ago. i've turned my life around so much. why don't they see that? why can't some of them just either make the effort to know me or, alternatively, just leave me be?

these days i sometimes feel like i'm pretending to be awake. i'm dreaming, and someone will wake me up and i'll be back in my dorm room last year, alone and cold on the futon.

please, don't wake me up.