The important thing is always to learn. It doesn't matter what you're reading, what you're doing, as long as you're learning. Life is made up of stories, so always make sure to take stock of everything around you, and anything interesting that happens. It may someday make for a good story. But if it doesn't, it was still a learning experience. So go out, learn, live, and make a story worth telling.
I wish I could never have to mow the damn lawn ever again. I mean, gods, do we have a lot of lawn. I live in a trailer park, and the lots on each side of ours in empty, so I have to basically mow two lawns worth of grass. Then there’s the pond. We’re right on the pond, so I not only have to mow the slope, but I have to be very careful not to send the self-propelled mower into the lake. Gyarg! My hands are killing me, my feet are killing me, and my arms feel like mush. I swear, I am going to live in apartments for the rest of my life. That, or I’m hiring somebody to do the lawn. Bloody lawn mowing! Die die die die mower die!
In other, less murderous news, I think I might’ve finally figured out what to do once I get back to college (in the decade or so that it’ll take to earn the $8,000+ I owe first). I’m thinking of going into marketing, you know, advertising. I do so well with these sponsored posts, that my mom suggested it. She was like “Why don’t you just do that?” She’s my springboard for the posts I’m not sure about. she says they sound very professional, and she’s not just spouting mommy-love. So, what do you guys think?
Don’t know why I’m asking that. I think I killed my readership with my recent avalanche of paid posts and blogUback opps from SocialSpark. I’m sorry guys, it’s just that the money is so tempting. As I said before, this money is all going towards a car, so that I can get the hell out of my parents’ house. I need a car to get a job, a job to get money, and money to move. So my deepest apologies to anybody who hates sponsored posting. I’m really sorry, but I still need to do them. If you stop reading, I understand. I don’t read other peoples’ blogs regularly, because whatever depressive funk I’m in doesn’t like me to, apparently.
