and my friends were like whatever, you'll find someone better, his eyes were way too close together, and we never liked him from the start.

Welcome back to my bog. I mean blog.

So I'm graduating from mortuary school in nine days. I didn't anticipate the pressure I'd feel. I went to school for a specific occupation and now I have to go do it, and what if I din't like it? Not tha tI think I won't like it, but what if I put myself in a heap of debt and wasted two years on it. Not that I did. I'm just saying. So I'm looking for a job. That sucks too. I'm being pressured at my current job to go ahead and leave so they can hire someone who actually wants to work there, not that I care. Except I do care. I still do a pretty good job. It's not like I just go sit and distract people every day. Except I do that sometimes. But so will the person they replace me with. I digress. The pressure. My lease is up in 5 weeks and I don't know where to move because I don't know where I'll be working. So I don't even know where to look at apartments, let alone whether I should just stay here. I'm also having trouble deciding whether to just stay drunk, take a lot of Xanax, or a combo. I just want to sing Natalie Cole songs all day.