3 days. I turn 26…26. that’s over half way from 20 to 30. I didn’t get to enjoy 25. 25 sucked. Well, the first few weeks of 25 were pretty great, I got to go to New York and San Francisco and Chicago. And the one week in August when I went to New York again was great too. Other than that, I haven’t really been 25.
Last birthday I got a package from home with a bunch of Norwegian candy. And a birthday card from the RAs at Campus Village (they spelled my name wrong!)
I have been neglecting this blog…not that that’s a big deal since it’s not a very popular blog.
I’m supposed to find something to do with my life but I put it off. I did come up with the idea of taking photography classes, but there aren’t any affordable ones here, at least not until next year. And as for entry level jobs that I could enjoy and wouldn’t involve a job interview (unacceptable) I’m at a loss. And I need to have something to do before I try to start making friends. An answer to the question “what do you do for a living?”.
I should never have left Denver. My god, what a hopeless mess. I feel worthless. Why would anyone want to be friends with me? I’ve got nothing to offer.