Hits the real world...

So today is my first day at ogilvy. I came in for an interview yesterday. Here I am today at a desk with nothing to do yet. Last night was a battle with my dad. he didnt want me to take this job, said i should go and work for him rather at his Durban transport bus office for more money, but i could not do it... i would be miserable all my life making money but here is the question, is money really everything??? who knows. i have to run now, must work

Florence and The machine....

The stars, the moon they have all been blown out you left me in the dark. No dawn, no day. Im always in this twilight, in the shadow of your heart....*

Conversations with myself

My skin still has this rash or chicken pox or whatever i can call it. Its really just fustrating me and i am over it. I have had it the whole holidays, have been to two diff docs who say diff things, and its just not healing. Its itching, is looking very horrible and im just afraid i will never be able to wear sleeveless, short skirts and bikinis again. This really sux. so anyways, i am still job hunting, thing i am really just starting to panic because its already January and i have nothing yet. I am really starting to freak out now, but i will keep looking.

not so hot beach bod.... but me no gym so what can i do.

LOVE my Bling jacket. Best investment yet...

YDE navy blue dress

This degree is killing me* I knew it was just to waste, just a way to kill tym nd get to chill in cape town. I never thought I would hate it, the stuff is redundant, the lectures a waste of tym* I cnt do it, my honours degree is too boring its killing my creative passion. Killing my writting nd my drive* there's no challenge, its all very just dum down* I can't quit now I have to push on* I'm not a quitter, ill be fine ill push on* The end is near*