The Confessions of a Broke College Student.

Today I worked for approximately two and a half hours. I'm beginning to think that I need to start searching for a second job because $2.13 per hour for two and a half hours a day is not gonna hack it to pay my bills plus feed me and my cat and still have enough left over in order to binge on alcohol every weekend (and some days in between).

I'm worried, and I damn well think I should be. But where to start applying? Another Serving job is out of the question; i'm not trying to find a reason to blow my brains out, so yes, a desk job or something similar is in order. And the search begins...

Grunge is Out

Nothing is better than listening to a band you haven't heard in years whom you used to idolize. Listening to it again for the first time in ages I always hear the music differently and I continue to find things that i'd never heard before and love. It reminds me why I incessantly played the same tracks over and over again much to my mothers demise back in my younger years.

It also reminds me that I had a "grunge" phase in high school and that helps me to remember why I haven't heard this song in ages; for good reason.

The Parent Trap Syndrome.

When I have a day off of work, I try to make it as productive as possible; but of course I usually have random spurts of pure laziness and I end up surfing the internet. Today for instance, i've spent the past half hour reading John Mayer's tumbler. I found myself reading every entry with utter shock that he has an outstanding talent for writing. Does this make me a bad person; thinking to myself that because someone is extremely talented in one spectrum of life that they don't have other impressive abilities? I knew john mayer was a talented song-writer, so why would I think his everyday language wouldn't be impressive as well? Also, i've come to the realization that my brother and him are one in the same. They look alike, their mannerisms (from what i've seen) resemble each other and their interests (from what i know) are disturbingly similar. I don't know if that is creepier or if the fact that i just wrote an entire blog about john mayer is. However i do feel that if my brother and him met they would be the best of friends, I'm sad that this will most likely never happen.