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I sat down to write because I couldn't sleep. Granted, it's not even 10. Why would I be sleeping? I got up at 7:30 this morning. I know, I know, pigs are flying, hell is freezing over. Anyway. I realized that it's been a good 3 weeks since I wrote anything here, and figured all my faithful readers out there would be disappointed that I hadn't updated lately. Okay, who am I kidding? I am the only person who reads my blog. 

Apparently, I am unemployable. One of the things that really gets to me is establishments insisting on an applicant having experience, but they know that every place demands the same. So it's the same damn thing, who knows why or how anyone gets hired, since no one will give anyone a chance to gain retail/food/customer service/arbitrary experience. So, I have no experience, no job, and no resume. That's awesome when it comes to apply for a job.

Last week, I applied for a credit card, thinking I could buy a bed with it (twin bed, two people over 6 feet tall just does not work) and start building some credit. Today, I get a letter, "regretfully declining" my application because--I shit you not--established a credit history. Seriously. DUH. I'm 18. How do I do that without getting a credit card and being responsible with it? It makes me want to shoot someone. Honestly.

Just the past three weeks have been overwhelming and stressful and AHHHH. The move down was pretty uneventful (I am only two trashcans lighter, everything else fit), but it took us about two weeks to get all my stuff unpacked...and once we got all my crap unpacked, we got fed up with sleeping in a twin bed, so we set up the futon right next to the bed, and it looks just as cluttered all over again. But there's the job hunting. The walking around and the buses and the applications and the crazy people and the sun and the dehydration and the pain and sometimes I want to give up, just say fuck it and tell my mom she was right and go home. But she isn't. I will prove her wrong.