about things I don’t care about. Writing about things that mean nothing to me and I hate them and they are boring. Doubting every word I put down because of how much she found wrong in my last one. It was so much. I really didn’t think she was going to hire me but she did. Now I feel slightly paralyzed by that responsibility. Doubting myself with every word. Too repetitive? Too derivative? I had a feeling for nearly a week now that our Halloween plans wouldn’t work out. Too much drama on their end. It’s okay but it’s still slightly disappointing. I want to go to a really fun gay Halloween party or something…. except maybe I don’t really, I dunno. So now it looks like it’s just the two of us, which is okay. We could go to a graveyard or walk through old town or just watch terrible horror movies while drinking, or something. I’m going to do my best to make it fun. Okay, I really need to get back to work and finish this article. Actually it’s not even an article. It’s a “buying guide”. A 900 word buying guide about buying accessories for your ID badge. I’m not even shitting you I’m getting paid $40 to write this. This is seriously my life right now.
So….. I just got hired for a new writing job. I’m actually really excited about it. It pays $40 per article. My last writing job paid $7.50 per article. I’m making more than 5 times more yo. The client is from the UK. They’re exporting their writing jobs to America because we are CHEAPER because the writing market is sad and saturated over here. People on Odesk are competing for scraps. Bidding lower and lower for shittier jobs. But I got THIS. This happened. I’m not 100% sure how long the assignment will last really, but they asked me how many articles I can do per week so I’m assuming it’s going to be an ongoing thing. (Assuming I don’t fuck it up). I’m going to try really hard to get it done and do it WELL. One of the editors from my other company (OESAiden) recommended me for this job. I think that’s really incredible and I’m thankful and just really happy about having this. It’s legit. It’s **actual money** we’re talking about. Shit man, if I did like 12 per week that would be $480 per week. I’m only doing 4 or 5 this week, but that’s still pretty damn awesome money. Okay! That’s all I gotta say. I have a boring homework assignment to finish…. soooo….. yeah.
He’s passed OUUUT upstairs. I can literally hear him snoring. I gave ’em the rest of the sleepstyle meds we had in the house so he could zzzzz…. but I’m very much awake. Chilling on the internet, touching my clean shaven self and looking at lots of tumblr porn. Because why the fuck not, right? I’m frustrated in the sexual type way and keep asking myself if there’s something I’m not doing. (there probably is….) but i mostly feel like he’s in a non-sex having type place right now which is something I respect and can deal with. but it’s still sorta frustrating when I feel like I only have a few days before gross lady time and I’m super ready to go. (Also I’m so soft right now it’s *magical*) Okay, enough about sex stuff. Moving on. I should get my phone by Wednesday, which I’m really glad about. Not having my own phone is really annoying. I know I’m spoiled. Lucky to get to care about such trivial things. Privileged. I want to pet a dog and hug it and take it for a walk. I want to walk outside barely wearing anything and feel the beautiful fall chill against my skin. I want to play musical instruments as if I’d practiced since I was a single digit age. I want to get fucked. I want to drink a pumpkin beer. I want to want to sleep.
What’s up spoopy people? Not too much here really. I’m doing work in another tab, but that’s pretty much it. I painted my nails all Halloween status because fuck yeah! Halloween forever! I still have like 2 more halloween nail styles I wanna try by the end of the month, but we’ll see if that actually happens. I’m still loving my tiny new laptop. Unfortunately, my phone decided to fucking break forever. The screen won’t stay lit up when I slide it open (I have a ghetto phone, shut up. Don’t judge me.) It will only stay lit up if I hold it a very specific way and that is NOT the way I need to hold it to text and otherwise fucking use it for stuff. So…. It’s like *barely* usable at this point. Which is extremely un-cool and it’s probably going to be MONTHS before I can do anything about it. I can have a free phone upgrade through Verizon (If I commit my family to another 2 years with them….) but it would cost an extra $20 per month, and I genuinely don’t fucking have that right now. At. All. Sooooo I dunno. I guess I’ll just try to deal with it for now. I guess I could go back to the EXTREMELY ghetto phone my parents keep as a backup, but I re-he-heeeally don’t want to do that either. Whatever. Ugh. I need to go back to my work, so it can be done and I can be free of it. Laters creatures.
we finished recording an entire song, in one night. it was the most successful recording session we’ve had so far. Now it’s 5:30am and I feel like I should stay up to finish at least one article. i’m nervous about the wedding. i don’t want to mess anything up. i’m feeling very overwhelmed all around. also, exhausted. but happy, excited, a bit accomplished. “the magic” is ready to go into editing.