Overwhelming Monotomy...
Everything that I have contributed to "fun" is going on hold for a while.
Sick of the same routine. The same dramas. And some of the same, always unlikeable, faces. Every weekend is the same. And all in all, nothing good ever comes of it. By far the best part of Saturday night was elbows in ribs, being forced into people next to me, and being surrounded by immeasurable energy. And for once, a majority of the night was spent completely and utterly sober.
It was during my sober ours in the Enigma beer garden that I realised how mundane life has become...and actually found myself counting down the hours, the minutes, until I could leave. Well, things don't always go to plan. And although the following hours were amusing if anything, I can't help but feel going home and doing something constructive would've been more worthwhile.
For the next month or so, it is my aim to avoid the city on weekends. That is, for "pointless" reasons. No more spending $50 + on alcohol. I spent $100 on Friday night, and could not have been more pissed off with myself by the time I got home and actually checked to see how much I had wasted that evening. "Oh...fuck (ha, ha, ha)" I say. When really I mean: "You fucking dickhead, Aimee."
After Melbourne and tattoos, you may see me out again.
Sick of the same routine. The same dramas. And some of the same, always unlikeable, faces. Every weekend is the same. And all in all, nothing good ever comes of it. By far the best part of Saturday night was elbows in ribs, being forced into people next to me, and being surrounded by immeasurable energy. And for once, a majority of the night was spent completely and utterly sober.
It was during my sober ours in the Enigma beer garden that I realised how mundane life has become...and actually found myself counting down the hours, the minutes, until I could leave. Well, things don't always go to plan. And although the following hours were amusing if anything, I can't help but feel going home and doing something constructive would've been more worthwhile.
For the next month or so, it is my aim to avoid the city on weekends. That is, for "pointless" reasons. No more spending $50 + on alcohol. I spent $100 on Friday night, and could not have been more pissed off with myself by the time I got home and actually checked to see how much I had wasted that evening. "Oh...fuck (ha, ha, ha)" I say. When really I mean: "You fucking dickhead, Aimee."
After Melbourne and tattoos, you may see me out again.