Yucky Hands

I don't like winging it. I'm a planner. I like to know what I'm doing, whether it be tomorrow, next year or at the end of my degree. But I don't. I can't figure out what to do. I've already blogged about the possibility of moving overseas for work, but now I'm thinking about moving for study. I can't decide where to go. I can't decide whether to go. I can't decide when to go. England, Canada, the US? I like it here, but I want to try new things. Do I finish my degree first? Once again I come back to my new favourite line: Life decisions are hard. I suppose I'll figure it out at some point.

I get why some people don't believe in marriage, or don't see the point in it. But I believe in it. I want to get married one day. It's the biggest way to tell someone you love them. It says, "Yes I am dedicated to you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you." And yes, I know the divorce rates. My parents were divorced. But I don't care. You can't know what's going to happen in the future. My parents loved each other once. They didn't know they wouldn't twenty years down the track. How can anyone know that? I think weddings are beautiful.

I finally seem to have found motivation for this uni work. I was forced into it by looming due dates, and now I'm not finding it so hard. I've been doing uni work all week, getting my essays written. I even want to do my computing assignment right now, but I'm making myself take a break. I don't want to burn out.

I'm really hoping that I get a particular job I just applied for yesterday. Shift supervisor at a Video Ezy. Well well, doesn't that sound familiar? For once I'm the one saying they'd be crazy not to hire me. Seriously? I've done that exact job. Don't even bother interviewing other people. Yes, I am totally talking myself up, but I was awesome at that job, and had it not been for the people (boss, co-workers and customers all included) it would have been great. Like Blockbuster was. I just happened to be working in a shitty area for a shitty man. GIVE ME THE JOB.

I need to wash my hands. They're all yuck for some reason.