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[09 Nov 2008|09:43am] |
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Hello livejournal, we meet again.
Maybe it's the two hours I have left on this bus, maybe it's the strong inclination I have been having to start writing again or maybe it's my dozing off to sleep and my fingers are inadvertently hitting the keys with each of my deep inhalations of cold air...whatever it is, the keys are being hit and an entry is being born.
I am at present on a bus headed from Boston to New York City. Karen and I are going to a Spring Awakening on Broadway today, Katz's Cafe (if you have ever seen the movie when Harry Met Sally it is the diner where the famous faking an orgasm scene happens) and exploring the city. I absolutely love this part of the states, the cold weather, the bakeries, coffee shops, co-ops, pubs, big trees, statues and gargantuan buildings with exquisite architecture built centuries ago. I could even see myself living in Boston one day. It kind of reminds me if you took Athens and stretch it out to fit a big city mold: you would have a city with plenty of things to do and places to go and still small town feel. So far we have been to the Museum of Fine Arts, Sam Adams brewary, had frozen yogurt that tasted like pumpkin pie, went to a party, drank beer in a hole in the wall pub and plenty of other things. The T, the local subway, takes you almost anywhere you want to go in the city, so it is really easy to get around and you don't have to rely on a car. There are so many historical sites, the public library very much resembles a castle, and you just get a general sense of permanence and durability from this place.
I am so lucky I was able to come visit Karen. Without her help in getting me here, I don't think I would have been able to go somewhere for a while. I needed a break from the monotony of banking and the vicious cycle of pulling myself out of bed for another rousing day of work. I really want to find out about grad school soon, so that I can know my stint in banking is nearing it's end in my life.
Going to Boston and New York really make me want to travel the world. There are so many different places I want to see, I just wouldn't know where to start. Apparently you can travel the world for $10,000 dollars, which isn't that much in the whole scheme of things, but totally out of my budget right now. It will happen one day though.
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| Here's My Update |
[09 Oct 2008|08:55pm] |
If you read this, if your eyes are
passing over this right now (even if we don't speak often or ever)
please post a comment with a completely made up, fictional memory of
you and me.
It can be anything you want - good or bad - but it has to be fake.
When you're finished, post this little paragraph in your LJ and see what your friends come up with.
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| On the Island of Misfit Toys, I am a Journalist who never Writes |
[28 Apr 2008|08:24pm] |
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This blank white screen is so daunting after almost four months without posting anything. In the beginning of my livejournal boycott I neglected writing because I was in the worst state of my life, hopefully. Then I wasn't writing because I had never been happier in my life. Now I am writing because I am decent enough.
Watching people become complacent and settle for things they should not deal with really frustrates me. I understand a lot of us are having to work mediocre jobs to pay the bills. I know I didn't plan on staying at the bank for more than a few months and it is nearing a year now. More or less, I am fine with that because I know that being a bank teller is not a career move of mine and that I have aspirations to succeed, it is just a matter of time. However it saddens me to see really smart people accept that they will never move on to bigger and better things. It's corny and trite but having aspirations and thinking of the bank as a stepping stone helps me get through the work day and not go home in tears because this is not where I saw myself 5 years ago. I guess I am saying complacency scares me in myself and in others.
On a similar note, I have seen two people recently that I hadn't really talked to since high school and it was weird for me to say I am just working at a bank and not doing anything with my degree. They are both in grad school at UGA and upon hearing this I want to kick myself for not going ahead with my application. Obviously I am not regretting delaying applying to grad school solely because of them, it is just kind of like a little tick on my ear saying "you probably would've gotten into grad school if you hadn't copped out and said your GRE scores weren't so great....if you had actually submitted your application." I will not be a townie and I will do something with my life I wanted to scream at the kid I saw earlier today.
All in all things are pretty good. People seem to think we are old and never want to hang out. My parents seem to not be too proud of me or upset with me, for some unknown reason. They came to visit a couple Saturdays ago. What was meant to be most of the weekend hanging out turned into a mere four hours involving dinner, watching tv and drinking a glass of wine, sleep and then leaving at the crack of dawn the following morning. Suzie came to visit recently which was really nice. Matt and I are going to Jazz Fest this weekend and to visit Amber in New Orleans. I have five baby kittens that live in my closet. I am learning to play video games and am actually enjoying it. I am trying to get into a two year teaching program to teach English in high school. I just got my stimulus check and am trying to decide if I should save it and plan an awesome trip somewhere. Trying to exercise more and cut down on smoking. I am learning to cook more exquisite dishes. Oh and btw, did I mention Matt is an incredible human being who makes me smile quite often?
Don't be a stranger, bitches.
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| Hate being left and want to leave |
[08 Jan 2008|11:51pm] |
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I walked into a sea of people, anxiously laughing, chugging beer and searching the bar for someone to talk to, someone to impress, and I realized I don't care about impressing these people, and for that matter I don't want to.
I don't know if I am crying now because one of my favorite people is leaving Athens (I hate you, Suzie -translation- I will miss you dearly), or that the doctors are saying my grandpa is going to pass away any day now or that I am just in a general state of unhappiness. I know it is a combination of these things, in varying degrees, but the weight I am feeling right now is suffocating. Now is the first time I have really wanted to leave Athens or at least wake up a different person with a different life.
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| I am tired of hamburgers, I want a thick, juicy steak |
[03 Jan 2008|06:35pm] |
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I think the best for me to have written this update would have been when I had gone without sleep for 24 hours, or before seeing Juno with some nifty kids when I had the sinking feeling that I needed to update the world at that immediate time, but I guess now works too. My face is covered in a mud mask made from sea botanicals to clean the impurities from my skin and I wish I could find a mask that would do the same to my life.
Before I speak on more serious matters I would just like to put this out there: Juno is one of my favorite movies in a while. I am sick the trite shit on a stick the companies that monopolize the film industry churn out just to make a buck, Juno was different. It captured all the awkward pauses of real life without diminishing character development. It highlighted the genuine eccentricities of people without making them into their only personality traits. Juno was a feel-good movie that didn't overdo it and make me want to vomit into the bright glow of the movie screen, it just was what it was, perfectly so. A friend said to me after the movie "I loved that movie it just made me sad that I might never find my Juno." Speaking of which, some of us are going to see it again tomorrow, most likely...so you are invited too.
My life, the stickiest subject for me to talk about, and though I talk about it, my least favorite topic of conversation. Public forums do little justice for heavy issues and it just feels emotionally defunct to deal with things in such a manner. That being said, I am going to be hypocritical and talk about some bullet points without delving too far into the depths of my mind. Every other day is good enough and the other ones are complete shite, where I am left bitter, alone and unable to stop thinking about various issues on my mind. It baffles me. Finding someone who cares about you and is there for you unconditionally is a hard thing to come by. So, personally, I wouldn't throw something away that I cared about. I guess my biggest problem is that I feel like I have been tossed aside, forgotten about, taken to the trash. I have friends, many good, awesome, wonderful close friends, but I need something more. When I love it is completely and I would never throw such things away.
In addition, I have been having the weirdest dreams lately, which wake me up throughout the night. These dreams are so terrible that it makes me not want to sleep, and that my dear, is absolutely no fun.
I'm alive though and I have high hopes for things turning around in this New Year. I have become accustomed to asking people what their New Year's resolutions are and not revealing what mine are. At this point I kinda feel like they fall under the birthday candle wish rule, that if you tell someone it might not come true. Seeing as how the past few months have been a complete wash, some goodness would be ideal.
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| Fixer Upper |
[30 Dec 2007|09:54am] |
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Why am I still awake at 10 am on a Sunday and not yet in bed? One might ask this question and I really haven't the foggiest. However in a span of less than 24 hours I drove to Perry and back to Athens, as well as driving to and from Atlanta. It was fuck ton of driving but it was all so worth it, to be able to see Karen again before heading back to Boston. I haven't stayed up for a full 24 hours in quite some time so I felt that I should commemorate this event. I had planned to write a really profound lj that would shake everyone to their core, or something slightly less like an earthquake. Now is not the time to shed the skin of recent events since my idea of coherent after being awake for so long is a lot different than my normal self who sleeps a bit more. I will clarify and muddle what I wish to say over the interwebs about this juncture in my life at some other hour, however I will say this...I have discovered changes in myself over the course of the past few weeks and how I am dealing with various ongoings in my life. In addition, most of the fog I have been encased in for sometime seems to be finally melting away.
I am spent. Thank you and goodnight.
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| Lackluster Shiny Things |
[18 Dec 2007|12:49pm] |
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Red and green strings of electric joy pop and glow with intangible ideas of happiness. Some other time, perhaps, I might be inclined to enjoy such festivities. However, the things lacking in my life keep getting rubbed in my face, causing me want to stomp on ornaments instead of hang them. I hereby cancel Christmas until a time when I am loved to my potential capacity.
Bitter and alone, Christmas only makes things worse.
I am so done with this year.
In all honesty, I believe I am a good person, and bad things shouldn't happen to good people all the time. I just want something good...something pure,real and undeniably wonderful...I don't think I can keep feeling the way I do.
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| The shortest distance between two points is a loop... |
[05 Nov 2007|08:29pm] |
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Now is not the best time to write a live journal, though I haven't written one in a while, but it is the only thing I can think of doing to prevent myself from having a massive panic attack.
I feel like I have done a damn good job of keeping the pieces of my life together with all that has been going on with my brother the past couple of weeks, but sometimes you just have one of those days. I can normally go do things that take the edge off of what is gnawing away at my brain or at least talk it out (or hug it out, bitch...as Michael on The Office would say) to clear my head. However, not knowing if my brother will call or what number he could call from makes me habitually check my phone every 10 minutes. Why should I care, one might ask. He is legally an adult and has the right to make his own decisions, but he is also my little brother. From the time he was born he was always my friend, my doll to dress up and cart wherever I went, and most of all the little boy I looked after and worried about without anyone ever telling me to do so. He will always be that silly little kid who refused to take his new cowboy boots off when he went to sleep, who constantly ran away to our neighbor's house (where she would make him a cup of coffee at six years old and tell him his family would really miss him) and who bit me as hard as he could while my mom was taking a picture on a tractor. My brother is the most hard-headed person I have ever met and while this leads him to do dumb things and stick with them I still love him to death. I am sure you are aware of the whole ordeal by now, so I won't really go into details, but despite my fairly cool demeanor I am still worried sick about him. As much as I try to be the rock that keeps my family together I can't shake this nauseous sensation after getting off the phone with my parents, being so drained of consoling, bridging gaps in the puzzle, coming up with solutions to fix intangible problems and the reinstalling of fears and worries in my mind. I want to be there for my parents, and of course for my brother, I just want this situation to take a turn for the better and I feel like there is nothing within my power to change things, which is completely infuriating. Oye ve, at least I have a Smashing Pumpkins concert to attend this week and a trip to Boston this upcoming weekend to visit my dear friend Karen that could not possibly come at a better time. Tea party in Boston time!
Also anxiety about the GRE and applying to grad schools is not helping the mix. It is like the SAT all over again and I despised that standardized test as well.
I also want to send a special thank-you to a couple close friends: Matt, Karen, Meredith, Jacob and Austin. Without your kindness and willingness to listen to me vent I would most definitely be spazed-out wandering around some dark alley, pulling out my hair and mumbling unintelligible things to myself...so thank you for being there for me, you have no idea how much you have helped me to keep my sanity. I <3 you guys for being my rocks.
I need a break, a breather, something to help me to step outside of everything that is consuming my life so I can come back to it with a much clearer head.
Back to the books, thank you for your time.
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| Love is an Odd Frog |
[16 Oct 2007|11:43pm] |
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Last week if you had asked me how my life was I would have told you 'eh, I am not completely satisfied with my job but in all the aspects of life that matter I am absolutely wonderful.'
....and now I am not so secure in my status in life. I don't know where to begin and I don't even want to right really divulge all of my inner most feelings to a bottomless void at the moment.
The Cliff Notes:
My brother is an idiot, my job sucks and sometimes you should never lose sight of the past because you are happy and feel safe because that is when everything bites you in the ass.
Shards of broken happiness keep stabbing me and fragmenting my mental state till I can only see the swirling of incomprehensible images and sounds of anger, betrayal, sadness, happiness. Everything you do is a balloon right?
I am tired of this insanity and just need something amazingly wonderful or in the very least, some goddamn good news.
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| I can't wait to see Smashing Pumpkins live! |
[23 Sep 2007|08:55pm] |
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- In a pinch, the skin from a shark can be used as Sarah.
- If you keep a goldfish in a dark room, it will eventually turn into Sarah!
- Sarah is 984 feet tall.
- Koalas sleep for 22 hours a day, two hours more than Sarah!
- It takes a lobster approximately 7 years to grow to be Sarah!
- Sarah is the oldest playable musical instrument in the world.
- Sarah was banned from Finland because of not wearing pants!
- American Airlines saved forty thousand dollars a year by eliminating Sarah from each salad served in first class!
- The Asteroid Belt between Mars and Jupiter is made entirely of Sarah.
- Baby swans are called Sarah.
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| I want to scrub my ears to get this noise out |
[16 Sep 2007|08:18pm] |
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It starting to feel cool outside again which gets me so revved up for fall. Army Matt commented that the air smelled of snow last night and I asked him to describe it because I feel like it has been so long that I was really around snow that I had forgotten its scent. I really hope it snows this year...or maybe I will just move to Colorado with Suzie partially due to the promise of snow. =)
(Preface to rant: I am not writing about anyone in particular so don't take offense. It is just these things have occurred on several different occasions and it is bothersome).
I don't know what the deal is but I have lately felt like people don't really want to do anything anymore. Last night, in particular, it took me forever and a day to find someone to go hang out with Matt and I because people were tired and whatnot. Granted I put a lot of pressure on myself to go out and do things on the weekends because I have to wake up early every weekday, but nonetheless, we are young, and on a Saturday night there is no excuse not to go do something unless you have to wake up early. I am not talking about anyone in particular but it just makes me feel like I am used for hanging out when it is really convenient for other people but when I really want to go do something people would rather sit around and watch tv like every other day of the week rather than being in the company of people who care about them while doing something fun.
Also, not calling someone back when you have plans is not a way to handle a situation. I would rather someone call me and say they don't have other plans or just plain don't feel like hanging out than just ignore my phone calls. I understand that there are circumstances that prevent one from answering their phone when it rings but when you do not take a couple of minutes to call a person back in a span of several days it is pretty disheartening and makes the person feel as if you just don't give a damn about your friendship.
It's funny to look back on periods of time in your life, such as freshman year of college, and see that even though you thought you were the only one having certain experiences that other friends were having the same experiences or thinking a lot of the same things about what was going on. Reminiscing about various things is a lot of fun sometimes.
I think I like face masks so much because it is the grown-up version of letting glue dry on your hands and peeling it off. Though the glue thing is hard to top.
The bank gave me a book that they give everyone that works there, titled Hug Your Customer, and of course the book is as much bullshit as the title is. We have these gatherings called "huddles" every Thursday where someone is designated to say some inspirational dribble to the rest of the team. There is a schedule sent out ahead of time telling you when you get to lead the next huddle and apparently you are supposed to gather a thread of inspiration from that silly book we have to read. Ahhh, it is just the bank is a lot like college with its classes, tests and reading material, except that college was interesting and spun debates while the bank is like you are taking a math class where you have to freeze your face into a permanent smile all the time.
Sorry to bitch but sometimes it is better to bitch than blow up.
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| Dancing in the dark... |
[27 Aug 2007|09:43pm] |
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Lately I have been making myself write in an offline journal, also known as a composition notebook, as opposed to translating my words into more cryptic phrases. Can you believe it an actual physical journal with paper pages that only I can read!?! It is making me write more often which is something I haven't done much of in a while so I am going to try to keep that up at least, even if it is shite. I know it is so old fashioned but this way you don't get to read all of my thoughts. I know I am keeping you on the edge of your seat from the bottomless amounts of curiosity you are currently experiencing from the lack of my updates. It is oh so much fun to tease you though, so I will give you a bit of a sampler with what's going on with me.
Side hugs: I would not understand how horrendous these are without their juxtaposition to the greetings of the foreign kids I know. Hug your friends and loved ones with gusto, don't hold back. I want to appreciate the people I care about to the full extent that I can. The friendly kisses on the cheek are comforting as well. I was born to live in Europe, I do declare! They aren't have as backwards as America wishes they were. And with them being so ahead of us with their universal health care system, I am surprised we haven't all moved there yet. I wish for all of my friends to have health care, the amount of money they should be making and longer vacations!
Confusion: As much as this time is a transition period for the recent grads I know I am not confused about life in the slightest. The things I want, the things I need and the people I care about are all unwavering points in which I find a lot of stability in. Not to say that I do not keep my own head level by myself, I do, but the people in my life are my rocks that keep me grounded. Sometimes treading water, though it may make you tired, continually increases your ability to further the process of your self-betterment. That is to say though some of us are having to work in less than ideal jobs they will only push us to find more fulfilling job prospects. My main points in all this rambling are : your job does not define you, don't berate yourself, and the existential crisis I should be experiencing at this point at my life isn't happening because I am certain about what matters to me.
Dancing: I need more dancing in the dark. That was definitely the highlight of my weekend. That journey song is still stuck in my head.
Sleep...an even earlier morning awaits me!
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| Potato Salad for the masses |
[12 Aug 2007|05:58pm] |
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It's been a good while since I last updated so since I have a good bit of down time, I figured I would do so right now.
The bank job is going well but...after two weeks of working there I realized this is not what I want to do as an occupation for the rest of my life. One reason as to why I majored in journalism for my undergrad is because I love writing and things that are creative and despise numbers. Everything I deal with at the bank consists of numbers, so you can see why I have decided I will probably not stay there for more than a year. Also the bank has such a reserved atmosphere that doesn't allow for much thinking outside the box. I miss school and want to do something more fulfilling with my life so I have decided I am going to go to grad school sometime in the near future. I either want to become an English professor or go into advertising. All that being said, working at the bank is a good job that pays the bills a helluva lot better than Krispy Kreme.
Why the hell do all of my friends work on the weekends when I don't? It kinda sucks that the hours I pull at the bank hardly coincide with the hours my friends work. You guys should work 8-5 with me so we can hang out more often.
Lately I have felt sub par to my normal self. I think getting used to this different work schedule has something to do with it but sometimes I don't feel as much fun as I normally am. I feel old and boring a lot more than I used to. I need another vacation.
Suzie is back in town and it is so grand to have her around again. I wish she could have brought Fran back in her carry on too.
Things are good all in all, sometimes I just need to bitch into the faceless void.
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| RABBIT RABBIT |
[18 Jul 2007|12:27am] |
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I got a job at Athens First and I couldn't be happier.
When my boss at Krispy Kreme said "You are welcome to come back here if it doesn't work out" and "we will sure miss you around here", it took all my restraint to keep myself from saying "I'd rather work at McDonald's" and "I wish I could say the same".
Need I say more? I put in my two weeks notice and I am getting the fuck up out of the doughnut shack.
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| Security Clearance in the Delta Force |
[03 Jul 2007|10:43pm] |
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So I am sitting at Hot Corner and there are fireworks going off above the trees and a girl, whose music sounds reminiscent of Jewel, playing in the quiet room. It seems kind of trite but it is pretty nice, just sitting here with not much else going on besides those two things.
Mister Sanders and I saw Sicko on Friday and it was informative and great, not great in the cheery kind of great but rather in that it was a well done documentary. While talking about how much I appreciated the flick at work and describing it to another coworker, the idiot daughter of my boss said "I hate that. Why can't people just accept that America is a good place to live?" To which I responded "You hate what? Eye-opening experiences?" It was pretty damn funny and all she could muster out was a stuttering "no". In all seriousness though, Sicko is a worth your $8 bucks, because in my opinion it was for the most part short of extreme biases.
I had another interview today. The only thing that would have made me feel better about this interview as opposed to the last or the countless ones before that would be if they would have ended the interview with a good ol' "Quit your menial job and come work for us tomorrow." Obviously, this was not the case in this interview or any interview since I began working at Krispy Kreme. I realized the other day that I am currently making less with a college degree than I was when I was 16 and still in high school. I know I bitch and complain about this issue of being somewhat jobless on many on my lj posts, but there you go I had to bitch again because it is still a big deal to me.
Other than the job search being an uphill struggle with no rewards, life is good. I see my dear friend Austin and my wonderful boyfriend Matt all the time. Summer has been good thus far and I don't think I am ready to just pick up and leave Athens. So that being said, anyone looking for a friend to live with? I need a place to live with cheap rent and fast, kind of like your mom (the hooker).
Happy 4th of July...eat lots of cookout foods and set some fireworks off far away from your body so that you don't get burnt up.
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| Randomness...I thought this was funny and dumb and worth a post |
[20 Jun 2007|04:32pm] |
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So I am sitting at Hot Corner and this kid throws ice near my feet because he says I seem cool.
Then the dog him and this other guy have been walking with licks my feet and the other guy tells him to keep doing that because I have pretty feet.
Baffled at what I have just heard, I started cracking up at all of this and had to write a quick lj about it.
Thank you...weirdos.
Time for Yoga!
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| Once in a while you forget why |
[19 Jun 2007|01:50am] |
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I have neglected to update for a while now. I guess not having internet at my house is the largest contributor to that lack of posting. My house for the summer is pretty awesome, despite not being connected to the internets.
My head feels really muddled right now. I don't know how to talk about the things I want to talk about with innovative insight on the situations I am in or without sounding emo. I will begin with yesterday while hanging out with some cool kids at Hot Corner a wave of a combo meal of strange feelings came over me for no apparent reason. There are good things in my life: I have a wonderfully diverse set of friends, live in a great place and have a boyfriend I absolutely adore. If the dynamic of the people in my life were to take a bad turn, I don't really know what I would do. I don't know how to explain it any better than that except that I need some firm stability in my life. My job still sucks and I am apparently not a good candidate for the positions I wish to take on. I don't know where (city and apartment) I will be living in two months. I am trying to be a better person: go to yoga, smoke a little less, not worry so much about the how the world around me perceives me(I even tried going without makeup for two days to see that it doesn't matter), take vitamins, eat a little healthier, and try to be a more well-rounded and happier person. I just feel like I am treading in stagnant water, nothing is getting better though somethings may be getting worse. I always plan to react to certain things differently than I do, I think myself to be stronger than I actually am when things hit me with such force. I feel naive and uncertain and exhausted.
I looked at my last post and said I would make sure to say something positive in this post: I just finished Norwegian Wood and it was marvelous. This past Friday was one of my favorite days I have had in a while: hung out and got lunch with my mom, which was a largely stress-free event unlike many of our phone conversations recently. Afterwards, I went to Yoga with Matt and Austin then we went to Ben Burton park and sat on top of the old mill and just watched the current and sunset, then Thai food for dinner, then we saw the Aristocrats at Cine and picked up Amber for the excursion, then Huddle House (we all pitched a tent, hehe) and finally watched a few episodes of Carnivale. I need more good days than mediocre days and bad days. I need good news and beach trips and happiness that can only be eaten by the spoonful.
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| Suddenly my own existence is the center of my bafflement... |
[27 May 2007|11:17pm] |
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There are a million and ten other things I should be doing instead of writing this livejournal post: (a) packing because I am moving into a new place on Wednesday, (b) filling out job applications on the internet, to name a few of the things I need to get done, but I just need a moment to decompress after many hours with the doughnuts. Plus, I have not written an entry in ages.
While at the doughnut shack today, I went outside to have a cigarette while the sun was setting. It was a gorgeous sunset and definitely one of the more exciting things I experienced today. I watched the cars drive quickly past my location in both directions and wondered where they were headed. I realized I am not going anywhere; or rather there are no concrete plans to go on vacation or change locations because of a new job or anything of the sort. I feel beyond stuck in my little mundane life. I need change, some good news for once!
Since graduation I have been feeling a bit bleak. Everything in my life has become more uncertain than I had ever anticipated, and uncertainty is one thing I am far from being fond of. I am working the same shit job I have been working for the past year and a half, with no end in sight. I guess that is the main thing that is bothering me, but there are other things that are definitely heavy on my mind. I know, or at least, I hope things will get better.
People don't appreciate what they have until it is gone. I know this is trite but very true. I miss school and envy people who are studying for summer classes. The entire time I was in college I wanted to graduate (or drop out and start a mariachi band rather) and move on and now I just long to go back to it. This same sentiment applies to other areas and I am sick of people taking things for granted that I know they will miss when they are gone.
Oye ve, time to pack some more. Next time, I promise I will have something positive to say.
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| Flying Slim Jims!!!! |
[08 May 2007|02:51am] |
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I just submitted my final paper of my undergraduate career!
I thought there would be some kind of moment of relief, but I just feel tired right now.
Now what?
Celebration, I do declare!
Tomorrow, and the day after that and the day after that. Indeed there will be time to make this feel more official.
The best way to get through a doctor's office quickly is to tell the receptionist you almost fainted and they will rush out with a wheelchair to take you to a back room while you wait. This was not done on purpose but happened today after I got my finger pricked in the lab on the way to the clinic. However, it worked out rather nicely despite the light-headed feeling and crazy wheelchair antics. I felt like such a whimp.
My parents just don't get it sometimes. I want to tell them to stop talking and listen but they only hear what they want to. Anytime I slightly disagree with their idea or try to explain why I didn't have time to do something (work everyday and finals) they get irrationally upset and launch into these insane diatribes that I really get sick of. I just wish they would try to understand what I am saying instead of making me into a bad guy because I have a different opinion on the matter.
Good luck on your finals tomorrow, those of your who still have some left.
Goodnight Kiddikins.
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