Dissatisfied

I feel like that's the name of the game for humanity. Dissatisfaction. 

I want more money.

I want a boyfriend.

I want a new boyfriend.

I want my boyfriend to be more (whatever).

I want to get out of this town. 

I want to be finished with this school.

I want new friends.

I want better friends.

I want more friends.

I want, I want, I want. All we see is what we don't have. And even when we do see what we have, we're not happy with it. Why can't we just accept the life we have? There's nothing wrong with striving to be all you can be or wanting the best for yourself. That's not what I'm trying to say. But what about in the mean time? Why can't you try to stop complaining, stop blaming your unhappiness on outside forces, and accept the fact that you are creating your own unhappiness? If you could just accept the life and the things and the surroundings you have, stop trying to change everything because you're so convinced that this town/school/boyfriend/family is hurting me instead of helping me, your life could be so much happier.

Satisfaction, people. Give it a try.

Kris Allen <3

Kris Allen is amazing. 

Adam Lambert had no business being on Idol in the first place, since he's already been famous. He was friggin Fiyero in Wicked. Dude did not need American Idol and won't sell because he's so polarizing. 

That is all.

Day Off

Sadness. No one has discovered my blog yet. I'm not surprised, but I really hope someone finds it. I can't tell people about it, because I want it to be completely anonymous. 

Older D was a bitch at work yesterday. Apparently she's always like that. I hope she's not around frequently. My job is not that great as it is. I don't want to put up with bitchy people after standing for six hours with no break. Also, because I suck so bad at my job, I have to come in on Thursday so I can get more experience. I'm not looking forward to it because I hurt so much when work is over. But at least I'll get paid, which is good. As is, I'm not going to be able to eat next school year if I don't make more money. Damn recession. 

A and S amuse me. They're going to be sorely disappointed, just like I was. Although I can see them getting involved with things that keep people from being so disappointed. They're not as cool as they think they are, and they're never going to get the perfection they're expecting. 

A New Beginning

I have no intention of ever telling anyone about this blog. I'm interested in seeing if anyone happens to stumble upon it, and, if they do stumble upon it, if anything will happen. 

Who I am is not important. Where I'm a student and what kind of student I am is not important. I don't plan on ever revealing that sort of information. 

And in case you, whoever you are, happen to think you are oh-so clever and attempt to figure out my location by post time, I'll tell you right now you're wasting your time. I set my time zone to GMT, even though I do not live in GMT.

The only things you need to know about me:

- I am female.

- I am a student.

This blog will be open and honest and candid. No full names will ever be used, though, to protect 1) the innocent and 2) me. 

I discovered a new person today, C. I sincerely hope to meet C within the next few months. C has a girlfriend, but I'm hoping that will change. I remain optimistic.