jules tabooles.

not so starving artist, poor twenty-something, part-time sociologist, London-crazed travel junkie, BFA holder, proud saleswoman, social networking addict, & bleeding heart liberal.

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Time for me to stop being such a lazy artist and make some stuff. Let’s get creative here. I want to start a multimedia collage project. Here goes nothing. Let’s hope I don’t ditch out five days in.

A national program manager from a buyer company will be in our office today from 12-1:30. Please hold off on full contact sports, swearing, violent video games, etc until he had departed. Thank you.

Normally I say moderation, shmoderation when it comes to most things in life, especially sex. However, in the summer months you need to be wary of the fact that extreme weather can take its toll on even the healthiest and most perfectly fit men and women. No matter how much you desire more, give it a break, take a breather, drink some liquid, and then, and only then, get ready for the next round. When you’re done, don’t forget to hit the shower. The rest of the world doesn’t need to be privy to your sexy, sweaty stench. You’ll just make them jealous of all the fun you had.

I only graduated on Saturday. So proud of myself. And I got it all on my own with no help from anyone. What a feeling of relief and accomplishment.

All I want to do is go curl up in my bed & watch SVU until I fall asleep. But I’m going to push myself, go to the gym (even though I absolutely don’t have the energy for it) to work my butt off, so I can come back to shower & move into the library. I’m exhausted. I’m cranky. I don’t feel good. But I can’t let this stand in my way. I have too much work to take the day off. Thank god for the gym helping release stress, or else someone may have died today. I’m so swamped with work. Only three more days of hell, & I will just about be done. Only 16 more days until Kate gets here. Then about 20 more days until the two of us are smoking ourselves silly in Amsterdam. I simply can’t wait. I need to just look forward to push myself through this fucking awful week. So close.

to want to do anything today. Too bad I have to spend hours in the library, go on a museum visit, go to the gym, shower, go to class, and then spend the rest of the night in the library. I have a paper, and a project both due next week, and I’m busy all weekend. Ugh.

Rules of life.

For the large influx of posts. I’m at work and incredibly bored right now. I’ve been basically playing spongebob games online because it’s one of the few websites that aren’t blocked on the work computers. They’re made for like 8 year-olds. Not as fun as it sounds. This is lame. Thank god I’m making good money. But I’m not sure my saniety is worth it. Then I look at my bank account, and I realize it might be.

Concert was awesome. Got fucked up. Had fun. Met up with friends from school. Just had a good time. Sadly, it’s now Monday morning & I got no sleep. Time to go work 12 hours, kill me!

So tonight was very unexpected but it was a great show. I had an awesome time & it was not what I went there expecting at all. Talk about a curveball. But I had a blast & I’m just dreading working 12 hours tomorrow. Kill me now.

Today is my LAST ten hour work day at TJX & I don’t think I could be happier. I’m getting all cute today for work. Then after work I’m going out for drinks in Boston with a bunch of friends to celebrate the newly 21s in the group. Then Deirdre & I are going to drunkenly take the T to Allston to hang out with Jean for the night & crash there. I don’t think I could be happier right now with my plans. I can’t wait for it to be 8 so I am out of work!

Got home last night at almost 11 & I’m leaving to go back in 30 minutes. I was there literally 9 hours ago. Kill me. Also, my Mother asked me yet again if I was pregnant. No! I’m not pregnant Mom, my boobs just randomly got bigger, I promise. Honestly, I’m just as confused as you are on this one. Please trust me though.

One hour commute to work. One hour commute from work. Eight hours of work. This means ten hours of my day I will spend hating life & sitting. This makes me never want to graduate college to have to get a real job. Fuck this.