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I have bad luck with dogs.

So I'm sitting here in my apartment, and I realize that minimizing my hours at Borders might not have been a good idea. I really don't want to go back there working full-time, though. I have an interview on Thursday for another job, and I've applied for several other jobs. I just hope that something comes out of this. At this point, though, mostly everybody has their summer temp workers, and no one really wants to hire someone who's going to start as full time and then go to part-time when she goes to school in the fall. I'm pretty much in the shitter right now, which sucks. I can only hope that I will find a job soon. Borders is cool and all, but right now I can't really stand it for more that 2-3 days a week. Please, God, help me find another job. It's the same problem I had in New York. I haven't had much experience in a paid job environment, because I've done a ton of volunteer work and after school activities... So no experience= no hiring. Boo…

In the Words of Billy Joel, "I'm Moving Out."

... except there's much less malice in that phrase in accordance with my life than it is in that song. Good old Billy Joel; I can look to his songs and find one for every one of my frequently changing moods.

I went to his concert with a friend of mine a couple months ago (I can't really remember when, exactly... but who's counting days??), and I must say that I fell in love with him and his music all over again. Seriously, the man is a genius. Sure, his singing voice may not be top notch, but just listen to the music. I couldn't imagine anyone else singing it. Also, the works are phenomenal. His lyrics matched with his melodies... Wow. Plus, he is a brilliant performer. If you ask me, one of the best ones of our time. He doesn't need to flash his pecks like the talentless muck that parades our concert stages today. All he needs to do is step out on stage and sing his songs. Now, that's talent.

Back to the point of this blog... I'm slowly but steadily making m…

The End of Life Is Always Hard

As children, we don't think about death. We simply do not worry that someday all of us are going to die. Now, I'm not meaning to start this off so negatively, but... I'm kind of down today. I remember when we brought Cocoa (my 12 year old Weimeraner baby) home from Manchester, TN. She was a rotund little puppy with clear blue eyes and a smile that made your heart melt. Sure, she got sick in the car because she was unused to the sensation of being in a moving vehicle, but hell... Even her vomit was cute. She has, since that day, been my baby. My buddy through thick and thin. She's probably been one of the only things in my life that has been there for me no matter what to give me a kiss on the face with her big, sloppy tongue.

I know that most kids say that middle school was hell for them, but I can honestly say that middle school was hell for me. And I'm not even being emo about it. The sad part is that the majority of it was my fault. It was still hell, though. Fro…