currently listening to: "made up love song #43" - guillemots
so now i work two jobs, AND i'm a full time student. hard core, i know i know. well okay, one of my jobs doesn't really count as anything critical or worth mentioning (especially since i've been working there since i was a sophomore in high school. this fact makes me feel embarassed to even admit). but still! i have a new second job. i started my first week last week as the new graphic designer for my university's student body government, otherwise known as the associated students (A.S.). so far everything has been rather mellow. i'm allowed to play my music on the speakers, and i can surf and chat online whenever i please. i probably shouldn't be doing those things, but i work on the computer anyway. and who's counting when you have multiple illustrator file windows open? i'm totally working hard. actually, i work relatively fast, leaving me a lot of free time on my hands to check my gmail account multiple times in a day, hoping that i'll get something worth reading other than the typical viagra ad. i also work in this quaint, little house on the second floor. cute, yes? i think so.
i don't like mustard very much. yesterday i had a corn-dog for lunch. one would assume that finding ketchup packets in a kitchen would be easy but this was not the case today. i searched all over the kitchen at work for ketchup packets, only to find multiple packets of mustard stolen from the school's food court. i decided to raid the refrigerator in hopes that someone may have purchased a bottle of ketchup for everyone to share. lo and behold: ketchup? no. more mustard. three huge bottles of mustard. the only conclusions that i can draw from my ketchup hunt is that everyone at work must be mustard-enthusiasts. the hundreds of packs of mustard started to clue me in. and well, the costco-size packs of mustard bottles wraps up all loose ends and any other doubts. disappointed and disheartened to find no ketchup, i ate my corn-dog plain.
i've been stationary for a little more than 2 weeks now, and it feels strangely peculiar to me. i've been watching planes fly over my head day after day, wishing i was the one flying. i can't help but to feel a bit of an itch for another getaway. luckily though, i have one last vacation booked for san diego this august. this means one last hurrah before i surrender my soul to school and succumb to design OCD. oh, fun times ahead!
i don't have much to say these days other than it's been unbearably hot. i've been cursing like a sailor in the heat, finding the words, "fucking shit, it's so fucking hot," (and various other versions of these obscenities), most suitable at critical times like these.
