eatdixx's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I'M GETTING UP AND I'M RUNNING ROUND second update for today. I had an interview with a well reputed employment agency yesterday, in one of those flashy offices with marbled floors, floor to ceiling windows with views of the whole state, white leather sofas and orchids. i was really fucking glad that i dressed up just that little bit extra, usually those places make me feel like a fraud. are they designed to be intimidating, do you think? the fuckers. they did a lot of testing on me - physchological, computer skills [four different programs], personality and communication tests. i ACED them. ACED THEM!!!!!! WOOOOOOO!!! i felt great the whole afternoon, and met up with jen, toddy, hatty and spent the afternoon sewing another prototype bag at our workshop, with jojo. it's buttercup yellow, the bag. lovely. i worked on neat hemming and careful ironed corners, leaving my favourite part til next time, the actual stitching. On a completely different note, things aren't so grand with linz. on his side, apparently. But things go up and down in relationships. Good days and bad. Times when you’re distant, or feel very close to each other. When you have a lot to say, or no chat at all. I’ve learnt that, from other relationships. But how do you know when the relationship as run it’s course? There are stax of ways I can tell that I’m in love, that I’m not finished. When I leave for work in the mornings and I stop to kiss him goodbye, I have to tear myself away from the bed and walk out the door, stop myself from climbing in beside him and curling up again under his arm, just for a few more minutes, to sustain me that extra bit longer. he opens his sleepy eyes and mumbles something that doesn't make sense, like... 'BATS'. i really look forward to that part. The way he makes me so angry one minute, and skipping around the room happy the next. I wouldn’t feel hat way for someone I didn’t care about a lot. They don’t have the power to make you feel extremes. I’m comfortable and content with what we have, because I know the bad times can be fixed by less weed, more activity and understanding. I know it’s very different for him, being away from home on a completely unplanned trip to the other side of the world, without his mates and college plans put aside. I’m never going to reread this entry again! I’d be too embarrassed. I’ve poured my little heart out. I feel sick in my stomach... and i can't stop thinking about it. also, i can't stop yawning. little sleep = tired lady. i'm gonna shit my pants if i don't run to the loo immediately. 12:51 p.m. - 2005-01-13 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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