I have an interview at Canadian Tire on Friday. I'd say it's perfect timing, but to be quite honest it would have been better before. It actually is really good timing though, because I need an income and statements there of to prove shit to my OSAP people. Hopefully I can get all my shit together before August 22nd, which is my appointment for my loan. It's now a race against time. I don't care if I work every day of the week, it'll be money and it'll be something to do. Although I will miss the weekends with my friends which I often don't mention, but they're the best parts of the summer right now. I should probably lighten the blog up a bit since it's a log of whats happening and how I feel rather than EMO EMO OMG SHE BROKE MY HEART TINY VIOLIN.
So let's hope the interview goes well, they're lacking for people that last time I've checked but I put my resume in forever ago. I don't know what to expect really.
...LMFAO, oh god, I just spent like 15 minutes thinking of something to write but I've got it now. So my sister used to work at this Canadian Tire. She says the people are terrible (as a customer I'd have to agree) and that the job itself kind of really sucks. Whatever it's money. The thing is that she quit this job after basically a month maybe. Everyone in the family was like "WTF? You had a job...that paid money!" but then we just accepted it. Anyways, if I do get a job I will have to quit after a month. Why? I'm going to be moving to Kingston so I can go to school (I will avoid saying this in the interview at all costs). That realization made me burst into laughter. Should be fun.
Okay, nothing really else has changed in terms of lifestyle, sad thing is that I'm still about 260. God damn food and booze and willpower. I know I can lose this, I have to lose this, college chicks...vaginas...boobs. My motivation will be in front of me soon enough and I'll remember why I'm supposed to torture my body. If it takes a year or two it'll be fine, because that just means there's still 3 years of college chicks at least. Oh and I guess there's health benefits blah blah blah, I just want the pussy.
-Marz
Wednesday 27 July 2011
Tuesday 5 July 2011
Country Crazies
Every day I tell myself : Only two more months.
I can't help myself from waking up at noon. This might be because I'm staying up till 2 or 3, but I used to do that and still be able to wake up at 9 or 10 and be fine. I need to set an alarm.
I'm into my routine of working out again, which is awesome. I'm watching what I'm eating, excluding today...my sister makes the best cookies. Right now I'm on hole 6 of my big belt, and hole 1 of my small belt (the belt that didn't fit me at all when I first started). Boost of confidence there. Brushing my teeth more regularly, I swear, every time I sleep over at a place I lose my rhythm so I just have to mimic the brushing when I sleep over, or bring my toothbrush, I guess that makes more sense.
Anyways I'm feeling a bit better now that I realize what I just typed. I still have to go biking and learn some french but baby steps...again, I must stick with my rhythm and my routine. It's not that hard, I actually enjoy lifting my weights, I just think of people I'd like to beat the crap out of when I'm lifting.
Other than that I can safely say I'm probably going crazy out of boredom, I'm doing my best to constantly play games or watch interesting TV to keep my mind going. I'd like to go for a walk at night but it seems ridiculous scary to me. Not only that but my mind likes to think up lots of fucked up things that could get me while I'm out there (or even when I'm in the house). Walking around the house at night when everything is dark, thinking something is just down the hall or across the room, standing in the darkness slowly moving towards me, that's what I'm thinking of.
What else? Still wish I had a girlfriend, buts that's normal. That's a lot of the reason for the whole "two more months" thing. I go to college, I meet people, people I could possibly have a decent relationship with, I can start to do things again, I'll have money hopefully. In two months my problems go away, I just hate waiting.
I guess that's it. Ugh.
-Marz
I can't help myself from waking up at noon. This might be because I'm staying up till 2 or 3, but I used to do that and still be able to wake up at 9 or 10 and be fine. I need to set an alarm.
I'm into my routine of working out again, which is awesome. I'm watching what I'm eating, excluding today...my sister makes the best cookies. Right now I'm on hole 6 of my big belt, and hole 1 of my small belt (the belt that didn't fit me at all when I first started). Boost of confidence there. Brushing my teeth more regularly, I swear, every time I sleep over at a place I lose my rhythm so I just have to mimic the brushing when I sleep over, or bring my toothbrush, I guess that makes more sense.
Anyways I'm feeling a bit better now that I realize what I just typed. I still have to go biking and learn some french but baby steps...again, I must stick with my rhythm and my routine. It's not that hard, I actually enjoy lifting my weights, I just think of people I'd like to beat the crap out of when I'm lifting.
Other than that I can safely say I'm probably going crazy out of boredom, I'm doing my best to constantly play games or watch interesting TV to keep my mind going. I'd like to go for a walk at night but it seems ridiculous scary to me. Not only that but my mind likes to think up lots of fucked up things that could get me while I'm out there (or even when I'm in the house). Walking around the house at night when everything is dark, thinking something is just down the hall or across the room, standing in the darkness slowly moving towards me, that's what I'm thinking of.
What else? Still wish I had a girlfriend, buts that's normal. That's a lot of the reason for the whole "two more months" thing. I go to college, I meet people, people I could possibly have a decent relationship with, I can start to do things again, I'll have money hopefully. In two months my problems go away, I just hate waiting.
I guess that's it. Ugh.
-Marz
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