tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70290340052178113932011-08-03T14:09:37.384-07:00mink.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08126311331408542894noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029034005217811393.post-26806212185743855922009-08-19T00:40:00.000-07:002009-08-19T00:42:33.118-07:00Wednesday 22nd April, 5:11pm<br />Is life serious?! Today I got a job interview, work experience interview at Fashion Journal and a High Distinction on my media relations essay. Moral of the story: never slit your throat because in twelve hours things can look extremely different. Mood: cynical. Surely this can’t be right. Wow I’m so unsure. Who knows. EEEEEEK! It’s way too early to start writing my metaphorical wish list of things I’d buy if I got the job. leather jacket (cough). Syntax greets me once again, HAIIIIIII.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029034005217811393-2680621218574385592?l=missicequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mink.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08126311331408542894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029034005217811393.post-1467846389874047492009-08-17T21:43:00.000-07:002009-08-17T21:47:14.524-07:00Wednesday, 22 April 2009<br />12:08am<br /><br />OPPORTUNITY; a possibility due to a favourable combination of circumstances.<br /><br />There is seriously not enough of that stuff at the moment. I want a slice of the opportunity cake, minus the credit crunch nonsense. Ridiculous how people lose sight of their own opportunities, and are reluctant to grant others the same faith that they once captured. Greediness revolts me. Whatever.<br /><br />Where the hell is my essay mark? Why leave criticism with no distinction result attached? Me? Spelling errors? Distracting? Leave your criticism at home, narcissistic lecturer. Oh that’s your job? Hating. I’m a good speller, its Microsoft Word, the idiot.<br /><br />Noel Fielding EBay jacket two days left would be well British, and a steal if we get it for fifty Australian.<br /><br />The word opportunity is thrown around way too much; it foolishly makes optimistic people feel like these ‘favourable combination of circumstances’ can actually occur. To me, today, they don’t. Working with 50+ year olds at dads unergonomic (?) office for three hours (not that intense but seriously) makes you think that there are so many other places you should be. Maybe replace that with ‘there are so many other places I should be’.<br /><br />Maybe at Forever New, with a decked out face full of make up and a tan. You’d be able to afford good tan and some Napoleon China Doll because you’d be raking in cash on a part time basis. Just generally loving life you would be. Just need the opportunity. Lydia told me to start lying in resumes. Not as silly as it sounds, honesty hasn’t worked so far. I’m going to try it.<br /><br />Pale as Casper at the moment. Lets hope this gradual tan intensifies. Hmm what else? Oh yeah these split ends are being a raucous bunch, need to slaughter them ASAP.<br />Going to end it there, once again Microsoft Word is underlining my syntax with green zig zags.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029034005217811393-146784638987404749?l=missicequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mink.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08126311331408542894noreply@blogger.com