Working Realities

I have been extremely fortunate this summer to keep two jobs that keep me busy five days during the week. I work on a farm as well as painting a commercial property to be rented soon. I usually work around 9 and then work until about 6-8 at night. This sounds a bit busy for a person who just graduated from high school, but I know I actually have responsibilities.

No I don't pay for college, but I pay for everything else such as the books and my clothes and other sorts of things that I may want. Luckily I don't own my own car or else car insurance and maintenance would be part of it. I have a friend working a summer camp job to pay for car insurance, but she gets paid about $125 a week, averaging about $3 an hour.

I have no idea if other people my age think about these things, because I live in a pretty well off suburb, allowing the kids to party. If they do work, they spend a lot of their free time partying. When it's time to get back to work, they are left with little to no energy. So where is the reality in this? They spend money on tinted windows, big rims, new technology. Do they know what the future holds? Where I live, more and more people are losing their jobs. Big name companies are moving production over seas. So what's left to come? Where is the reality for today's youth?

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Don't Want Don't Ask

There is something that I hate more than anything; people who don't take criticism gratefully. It honestly drives me insane. A lot of times people will ask for advice whether it be writing, or cooking or their life. It's always an honor to be considered to do such a task, but a lot of times, after spending time and effort to read and make suggestions, the writer ends up getting offended. I am a very honest person and truly want people to better themselves at whatever they are asking for me to review, so whatever advice I give, you damn well know that I took a lot of time to consider everything and give an honest answer.

It is well known that anyone who does this for you, is trying to help.They take time and energy out of their day to help you fix whatever you are presenting to them. If they didn't care, they wouldn't do it. So why is it, that every time there is negative criticism, the person gets incredibly offended and either accuses you of being mean or telling you that they don't care? Am I supposed to praise them for something I honestly don't think deserves it?

Example, I was reading a story the other day for someone who wanted for me to give some sort of advice. I finally got around to it, and found some things to be a bit weak, so I told them. My response? "I don't care." Well that was the response in not such a polite way. I really got confused on that one. If you can't handle the truth, then stop asking for feedback. That is something I have always been taught. I don't know, maybe I am wrong?

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The Attack Of Harry Potter

When you are a broke college student, there is nothing you can really do that doesn't cost money. That is, unless of course you start to become creative. This week, a couple of co-workers decided that a group of us should see the new Harry Potter movie. We planned to see it the next night, and it was exciting to have some fun plans with people I don't get to hang out with very often. The thing is, I had really only seen two of them. Lucky for me, one of my friends is a Harry Potter lover, and kindly lent me movies 3, 4, and 5. So what did I do?I spent 7.5 hours of my life curled up in a chair with a bunch of my friends watching Harry Potter movies all night, and I won't lie, it was kind of fun. I had refused to watch the movies before, because I had read up to the fifth book in he series, and put it down, because, frankly, I thought Harry complained too much, and it was starting to wear on my nerves. Thankfully the movie cut it down.

So the big night comes, and I am so excited and pumped since I prepared myself to see the movie! What happens? I can't go. SO now, I have no choice but to find another group of Harry Potter fanatics and make them see it with me, despite the fact that they were there for the midnight showing.


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Exposed Truth?

I had a slight Postsecret Addiction when I was youger, and on a whim, I decided to view this week's secrets. When I stumbled upon this one, I couldn't help but become extremely interested. It's not an opinion, but a stated fact. Whoever submitted this secret wholeheartedly believes in this sttement. It is their truth. So I had to think.
Do plain women really know more? I have only come to this conclusion; plain women who spend a lot fo guys know more. Some plain women spend their time at home wondering why he hasn't called, or why he doesn't like her, and the really superficial ones care about their looks. The in betweeners are the tom boys, one of the guys. The ones who are told eerything from how often their guys change underwear to masturbation habits. I don't neccesarily think the looks have anything to do with it, more the ones who spend the most time with them. What do you think?

Teleporter

Ok, I got really excited yesterday, because I got my roommate assignment. I was excited but so nervous. What kind of music does she like, is she obnoxious, will there be unwanted boys over every night? I kind of got to know her a little bit through information provided by the school, so I felt a bit better. Unfortunately for me, it was all a fluke.
Turns out she had requested a roommate and ended up in two rooms, so I am officially rommateless for now. I don't know when I get the new one, but I hope she's cool.

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And So It Goes

So as it turns out, you can be rejected from eharmony.

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Dating

Ok, so lately, I have noticed my brother has been into typing in Word. I don't mean like small paragraphs. At first I swore to God, that he was interested in starting his own novel, which in turn surprised me, seeing as he isn't really the type to take interest in such a thing. Being the great investigator that I am, I straight out asked what his deal was, and he told me. He met a girl. Because he was kind of pining over his ex still, I congradulated him and asked how they met.

A resiliant red started to creep up into his face, as he stumbled and choked on his words, ambling to skirt around the issue. He actually met her in the internet, and as it turned out, he had met her on eharmony. As it turns out, frustrsted with not finding people with similar views as he, was quite difficult, and so he decided to take on the world of internet matchmaking. He has encouraged my sister to at least try it, since she hasn't really found anyone either.

Jokingly, I told him I would wait til I was about twenty five until I would cave in. I know that internet dating is actually pretty successful, and people get married with the matches they fidn through there. In reality, I know it is a new wave of technology with things to come. In my reality, I am a bit old school. I want to meet my future husband the old fashioned way, with a great story, where an action occurs and startes off a series of spectaculary amazing events. I want to tell my kids that we were introduced, or that I tripped over something and he laughed at me, causing me to hate him for a while. Technology is the thing, and my generation is riding with it, but I am having trouble in enoying the wave.

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PIcnic

So this summer, I have been working pretty hard the past week or so. I am so thankful for having a job, it was hard to find one because no one wanted to hire a college kid. After pulling my hair out, I got an opportunity. It's hard to find beauty sometimes in the economy and such, but I recently picnicked with my friends, and this is what I saw.