Sooooooo...the Summer of 2009, my school is going to "possibly" go on a trip to my homeland, okay, my favorite place in the world, EGYPT!! I want to, no, I NEED to go in the worse way. It's a trip of a lifetime!! Thing is...I need money to do this. Hehe, I need a job. But my dad keeps fucking shoving Gracedale down my fucking throat. I'm sorry, I can't work at a nursing home. I can't. I can't deal with the overwhelming depression there. I feel sick even visiting there. I can't handle it. My dad doesn't understand this. Every time I go there, the worse I feel. I feel the cold spots, the misery, the pain, the agony of death. I can't handle it. But he keeps saying "It pays 10 bucks an hour!" I'm not going to work at a place that will put me into depression and make me suicidal. I talked myself out of it once, I'm not going through that again. The next time I might not be able to talk myself out of it.
So, now I've gotta look for a job, but something that I would enjoy. I'm a good secretary, I like to write, I love to babysit, I like to cook/bake. I don't have enough grace or patience to be a waitress, so that's out. *is very frustrated about job situation* And I won't even mention what my dear friend suggested...rotten son of a bitch. I wish I could write a best selling book and just do that, but that takes YEARS. I don't think I have that kind of time or that good of an imagination.
But anyways, I'm really really really really excited. I really really really really want to go. I adore Egypt and I want to get there before some jackass blows up the pyramids or Abu Simbel or Philae or Deir el Bahri. I mean, this is a once in a lifetime thing. My best friend is planning to go and I think that if she gets to go, that I should be able to go too, I mean, I'm the one who can give a two hour lecture on Egypt!
So, wish me luck!!

~Isis/Egypt