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Errr...life?
I've been listening to good music, reading good books, getting writing inspiration all around, and I actually saw a GOOD film, and I'm thinking I want to try screenwriting sometime. I even got myself a little notebook that I now write in like crazy at work, out with friends, etc., just documenting weird things that happen - and there are a lot.
Alex is coming one last time this weekend before he goes home, and I haven't seen him in a couple of weeks, I guess? I almost feel like I shouldn't see him before he goes home. Not because of bitter feelings, but because whoever said I needed time away from him (I think it was Celeste) was right. In the past few days, I feel like I've picked myself out of something. Of course, I thought that at the beginning of June, too, and then I was lied to again, things were pushed under the rug, and I just wasn't stable in my happiness (which I admitted at the time, that I knew it may not last). I honestly don't know, or care, currently, if I'm stable at all. I could be given the slightest nudge, and I could be depressed again. I guess I'll always struggle with that, and struggle with being ridiculously angry at life. But right now, I'm starting to appreciate life again, and I'm becoming dependent only on myself, yet again.
I'm going to miss my Portsmouth friends like crazy this fall after this summer. I'm happy I have another month, to be with them, and another month to make sure I'm set to move in with certain people. Oh - by the way - we have our last roommate, and his name is Steve. So I'm moving in with 5 guys. :D The way I like it. Although, it was funny, I enjoy the company of guys more, but I thought of my Boston friends, and realized the girls screwed me over the least this past year. And I SO adore them. I'm going to miss Melanie so much. Caroline, at least, will be in Boston, and I'm excited for the mayhem we're going to cause together.
I'm also excited that minimum wage in Mass. is eight dollars now. Yes! So, no matter where I work, I won't have an issue with paying rent and buying groceries and everything, thank goodness. I'm so damn excited about living in Boston. Hell, I'm even excited about taking a semester off. I'm NOT a school person...even though I'm obviously going back in the spring. I also love being spontaneous and unplanned...and I am. I have no idea WHERE I'm going to school next January, and that's fine. I don't even know where the hell I'll work this Fall. All I know is that I'm moving into my own fucking house, in the city, with people that I love, and it's going to be awesome.
And so I'm living with two couples. (And who knows if Timothy or Steve have girlfriends? At least they're STRAIGHT, FUCK YES, LESS GAY DRAMA.) I'll deal. Caroline and I can be cynical together...actually, we both seem to be getting over our cynicism, but, we can be single and retarded together.
I leave you with some quotes from my fabulous notebook. (These are all random things that mostly people just walking by have said.)
"Hitler! How you doing?"
"OH. MY. GOD. And then, there was like, a pyramid-shaped ROCK on my eyebrow."
"This grass tastes like maple syrup."
"I'm high"
"I'm hi!" (waves)
Oh, life. :D
I've been listening to good music, reading good books, getting writing inspiration all around, and I actually saw a GOOD film, and I'm thinking I want to try screenwriting sometime. I even got myself a little notebook that I now write in like crazy at work, out with friends, etc., just documenting weird things that happen - and there are a lot.
Alex is coming one last time this weekend before he goes home, and I haven't seen him in a couple of weeks, I guess? I almost feel like I shouldn't see him before he goes home. Not because of bitter feelings, but because whoever said I needed time away from him (I think it was Celeste) was right. In the past few days, I feel like I've picked myself out of something. Of course, I thought that at the beginning of June, too, and then I was lied to again, things were pushed under the rug, and I just wasn't stable in my happiness (which I admitted at the time, that I knew it may not last). I honestly don't know, or care, currently, if I'm stable at all. I could be given the slightest nudge, and I could be depressed again. I guess I'll always struggle with that, and struggle with being ridiculously angry at life. But right now, I'm starting to appreciate life again, and I'm becoming dependent only on myself, yet again.
I'm going to miss my Portsmouth friends like crazy this fall after this summer. I'm happy I have another month, to be with them, and another month to make sure I'm set to move in with certain people. Oh - by the way - we have our last roommate, and his name is Steve. So I'm moving in with 5 guys. :D The way I like it. Although, it was funny, I enjoy the company of guys more, but I thought of my Boston friends, and realized the girls screwed me over the least this past year. And I SO adore them. I'm going to miss Melanie so much. Caroline, at least, will be in Boston, and I'm excited for the mayhem we're going to cause together.
I'm also excited that minimum wage in Mass. is eight dollars now. Yes! So, no matter where I work, I won't have an issue with paying rent and buying groceries and everything, thank goodness. I'm so damn excited about living in Boston. Hell, I'm even excited about taking a semester off. I'm NOT a school person...even though I'm obviously going back in the spring. I also love being spontaneous and unplanned...and I am. I have no idea WHERE I'm going to school next January, and that's fine. I don't even know where the hell I'll work this Fall. All I know is that I'm moving into my own fucking house, in the city, with people that I love, and it's going to be awesome.
And so I'm living with two couples. (And who knows if Timothy or Steve have girlfriends? At least they're STRAIGHT, FUCK YES, LESS GAY DRAMA.) I'll deal. Caroline and I can be cynical together...actually, we both seem to be getting over our cynicism, but, we can be single and retarded together.
I leave you with some quotes from my fabulous notebook. (These are all random things that mostly people just walking by have said.)
"Hitler! How you doing?"
"OH. MY. GOD. And then, there was like, a pyramid-shaped ROCK on my eyebrow."
"This grass tastes like maple syrup."
"I'm high"
"I'm hi!" (waves)
Oh, life. :D