Busy Hub-bub

Tremendous amount of work done today, I filled out two applications. Distressing what life has brought me to. Begging by day it seems and dreaming sweet dreams of confusion and fashion (probably brought on by tvland's Ugly Betty) at night. Tomorrow, perhaps said applications go to the businesses, and shall be inspected, picked over and generally plied for information on the newest member of their team.
That and I'm getting desperate enough to call Subway again. Now working there wasn't bad. I got 6.25 an hour. Pretty good pay, considering. I worked at the Pantego store and the Pioneer store, two businesses under the same ownership. Maybe they could use someone to fill in the working time or just take shifts. The thing is I have to wear these awful pants which display my socks, yes, the cruel highwaters. Drama to the extreme. And then there's the fact that I end up smelling like bread when I come home. I suppose there's worse things I could smell like... pig manure for example. So Subway's alright with me.
I can't forget my goal...that -13,682.86 that looms on my desk. Talked to my daddy today and he says that he might send me some monies. Hurrah for mooching. I seem to have worn that path dry with my moms. But with my dad, parental control leaves far sooner than parental grace.
However, besides getting a job, a solid, unenchrochable source of income, there's another route we might try. Freelance writing jobs. Which is actually the close to the name of a site...online-writing-jobs.com. Writing for a living is like living in a tent that you have brought out of your pocket. Difficult to say the least. However, participating might build the writing resume and have supplimental income value. A money-making scheme to relax with, a mental massage, if you will.
One I could use, scheming and applying aside. Today holds as much promise as tomorrow, but today just becomes yesterday faster. So many people put store in what tomorrow brings. I say look out for today and tomorrow will look out for itself.