Monthly Archive for April, 2006

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Overqualified

Apparently, Lindsay likes pictures of roses just as much as she likes real roses. Good thing, too, because I never have the money to buy her any flowers. It makes me sad not to have any money. And before you tell me to get a job, let me inform you that I’ve applied to almost every place with a “now hiring” sign in Burlington and been turned down by all of them. Including McDonald’s. Yes, McDonald’s wouldn’t hire me. It’s really quite depressing if you think about it…

Therefore, due to my obvious overqualification to work at a fast food restaurant, I am completely and utterly broke. Well, that’s if you don’t include the $20 in my savings account and any pocket change on me, which probably adds up to $2 if you take out all the pennies. So I’m not really broke, but for all intents and purposes (you should see the looks I get when I pay in change), I have no money with which to buy cool things with. Argh.

Well, I finally did something with my uber-cool website. I’ve put up some links to useful programs and websites, and hope to have some simple HTML and Photoshop tutorials online by the end of this weekend. I may not get any work done tomorrow…or Sunday, now that I think about it. Well, if you’re looking forward to any tutorials, I’d advise you to just sit tight and hope for the best. I may end up just explaining what HTML stands for, which is surprisingly a little-known bit of information these days. Psh, kids these days. Wait…

Emo Cody

Ever get that feeling that people just aren’t listening to you? I hate it. Or when people just don’t understand what I’m trying to say…or don’t want to understand. Or simply brush me off because they feel like it, or whatever. Yeah, I’m whining. It’s just that sometimes, I try to tell someone something, but I guess I don’t make myself clear because they just shake their heads and ask me what I meant. And then I get mad because I already explained it to them well enough the first time. I don’t know. I suppose I expect people to be able to read my mind and understand what I mean with a minimum of explanation. I really don’t like having to explain things in great detail when I feel they should have been understood right off the bat.

Or I could be blowing things way out of proportion and just bitching about absolutely nothing. I tend to do that when I’m already aggravated at the world for who knows what reason. It could be that I tripped on my sister’s shoes…again. Or that the dog ran off into the dark when I took her out. Maybe it’s the incredible lack of attention spans all my friends have. It could be anything that gets me a little irritated, and then I take it out on other people simply because I expect them to think exactly like me.

Meh, I don’t even know why I’m writing about this. It sounds a bit emo when I read it over. Oh poor Cody, no one understands you. Boo hoo. The last thing I need is self-pity. Or any other pity, for that matter. I suppose I’m just getting all this off my chest. Venting, in other words. Well, I feel a little better now. It’s not really the same as venting to someone else in person, because they’ll sympathize with you…or slap you and tell you to snap out of it. Either works.

 

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