Tuesday, 8 June 2010

This Is The Future.

Jobs. They never sound like fun.
But I really, really, really need money. Like, really.
So, I kinda need to get a job haha. I can't find anywhere that's hiring though. It's really annoying. I can't even work in like, the local cafe as a waitress or anything because I couldn't work with meat. I close off my own options pretty quickly.
I know I want to be a music journalist once I get my life sorted and my a-levels done, but, I was thinking today, what happens after that? I'm not gonna lie, music journalism is a young persons game. It will last me into my early 30's, I might even make it until I'm 35.
So what the fuck would I do then?
The a-levels I'm planning to take don't leave much room for anything to be quite honest, and I know this. I suppose I'll just have to take it as it all comes. I could go into a different branch of journalism I suppose. Anything with English I know I can do haha.
Ouuuch, I just got a really bad headache D<
Anywho; I took my English paper 2 today and my last RS exam. English was easy, a lot easier than I was expecting actually. RS was harder than I expected haha. I didn't understand quite what some of the questions were asking me to do, but I managed to blag my way through. In the end, I think I'll end up with a B in RS, and I can live with that.

A Day To Remember have the job I really want.

Yeah, thats the job I really want. I wish I had musical talent. I would adore having a crowd sing along with music my band created. It would make my life. But it will never happen, because I can't play instruments or sing. And it breaks my heart.

I see straight through that smile, straight through that painted face, don't think that I can't tell, which one of you is against me. Come on come on, you know this isn't what we planned on, come on come on, tell me we'll be okay - we'll be o-kay! Lets go back, lets go back to a time where I still felt I had family. I have the greatest faith in fools; I turned my back and out came the wolves.

-Rosa-xo

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