shoulda, coulda, woulda
Apr. 3rd, 2004 03:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideI should so be asleep, but that doesn't seem to be happening.
Had a great talk with my Aunt C tonight. I haven't even started job hunting and I'm already completely freaked out. Aunt C is like a second mother to me, and so I gave her a call. She very patiently listened to my sniveling litany of self-abuse and carefully detailed lists of flaws. Then dismantled them one by one. Not that I agree with her. But I felt better.
I have a 12:45 haircut (finally!! finally!!) and can't wait to meet the infamous Anthony (Judy's hair guy, and her hair is always awesome). Decided for sure to keep all the length, but add in some manageable layers so I don't just have a giant mop on my head.
Tomorrow, I swear to fucking god, is going to be the day I finally clean the damn flat. It's so blaringly obviously a reflection of my angsty moods lately. Once I clean this place, I'll have no excuse and have to move forward with all the shit I know I have to get done.
I have to work on Ellie's quilt.
I have to brush up my resume and either present it to a mentor prof or go to a workshop
I need to target companies with positions I want (or am willing to take) and fucking get off the fence and send them my resume and stop hyperventilating with: argh! the failure! the shame!!
I need to create a portfolio site with both my writing samples and web dev work
I need to make meaningful progress on the Eric Meyer CSS book and get that shit down
I should start learning Perl again. Bleh. But I should just do it.
I need to stop obsessing on things I can't do anything about and just Make. Fucking. Progress already.
I like to whine and mope, but eventually I get to a point where I can't stand myself like that and the ass kicking bitch in me rises up to take over.
Focus. Focus. Focus. Focus. Focus. Focus. Focus. Focus.
Had a great talk with my Aunt C tonight. I haven't even started job hunting and I'm already completely freaked out. Aunt C is like a second mother to me, and so I gave her a call. She very patiently listened to my sniveling litany of self-abuse and carefully detailed lists of flaws. Then dismantled them one by one. Not that I agree with her. But I felt better.
I have a 12:45 haircut (finally!! finally!!) and can't wait to meet the infamous Anthony (Judy's hair guy, and her hair is always awesome). Decided for sure to keep all the length, but add in some manageable layers so I don't just have a giant mop on my head.
Tomorrow, I swear to fucking god, is going to be the day I finally clean the damn flat. It's so blaringly obviously a reflection of my angsty moods lately. Once I clean this place, I'll have no excuse and have to move forward with all the shit I know I have to get done.
I have to work on Ellie's quilt.
I have to brush up my resume and either present it to a mentor prof or go to a workshop
I need to target companies with positions I want (or am willing to take) and fucking get off the fence and send them my resume and stop hyperventilating with: argh! the failure! the shame!!
I need to create a portfolio site with both my writing samples and web dev work
I need to make meaningful progress on the Eric Meyer CSS book and get that shit down
I should start learning Perl again. Bleh. But I should just do it.
I need to stop obsessing on things I can't do anything about and just Make. Fucking. Progress already.
I like to whine and mope, but eventually I get to a point where I can't stand myself like that and the ass kicking bitch in me rises up to take over.
Focus. Focus. Focus. Focus. Focus. Focus. Focus. Focus.
