Would you take some lint?

Soooo... If lint is in my pocket and I collect enough can I make it turn into money? Ok lame question. My blog is not going to be that long because it's the same news as before. Right now the cash flow has a bad leak and needs more than duct tape to patch it up! Ok enough of that. I took a nap today after I cleaned up my room. Spring cleaning I guess. I took a nap and then I solved some puzzles on Wheel Of Fortune, I should have gone to the audition in Slo...But I didn't.
I think I'm going to go back to school after I find a job. I'm going to be a teacher I think. I feel like I have a thing like a natural leadership and something to give. I only feel like this because when I went to the Discovery Museum and I looked at all those little kids. They were horrible and cute at the same time. I'm thinking like 7th grade or 11th. I want to teach the ones who are kinda in-between and just need a little help getting to thier final stages of education.
I don't know what subject but I was thinking maybe English or Drama. The latter I think would be more difficult since I would have to oversee productions and auditions and such. I don't know it depends. Aside from getting more money that has been on my mind since Thurs. I need a job.

Friends and Lovers

Sssoooo...Friends and Lovers one's good and the other one is somewhat obsolete. Online dating is the weirdest thing ever. You look at the profiles scan through people in "your area" and see the lame-ass dudes taking their pictures labeled "me" and "I'm in the middle!" With the camera facing the mirror and the flash blinding their face. *I'm distracted watching Chelsea Lately*
OK back to business. I'm not against online search and destroy. Some people I am close to have searched and found love on the world wide inter-web. I just haven't had any luck yet. I'm pretty tired of being stalked by some over aged weirdos calling me "beautiful" I would like to find a normal, young, educated man who's not afraid of some curves and can look pass the stereo-type of full-figured women.
I hate to think that my locale has anything to do with the pick ins around here, especially since I've talked to some other girl friends and wouldn't you know that the grass on the "other side" may have a bunch of cow dung on it instead of crayola colored green clippings. Love can be nice and mean, comforting and cold, red hot and then only luke warm. It's hard to have it, hard to get it, and hard to keep it. But the most painful thing about love is to try and live without it.

Running in place.

So, It's looking like this is going to be the time where I'm supposed to be learning something. I'm in the poc and I'm getting by alright. Sometimes I wonder if I can ever leave here. I want a hand to hold and lips to kiss. I'm lonely and I'm not afraid to admit that. I'm also feeling really jealous and insecure lately. I have to get this out somehow. If you don't want to read on I understand. I'll buy my umbrella and wait for the sunshine. It looks to be peeking from behind the clouds. "Rock me sexy Jesus"