roses are red, violets are blue, i hope you die old and alone.
Finally putting the last touches on my room--deciding what art to put up, etc. After putting a ton of shit in the basement, all appearances seem to say that I live a minimalistic and meaningful life (the former being the incorrect assumption). And I'm totally digging the pumpkin color.
My life consists of working and feeling guilty about things that I should be doing, but am passing up to hang out with people I haven't seen all summer. Ah, what was that you asked? The GRE? Yeah, I've heard of it. Yeah, I plan on taking it. Studying? What? Are you joking?
Another thing I'd like to point out: my alarm clock goes off at 5:07 AM Monday through Friday. It's been doing that all summer. Am I fucking crazy?
Had dinner with Paul the other night. He wants to open up a weekly dance hall in his basement. Fucking yeah.
My new life plan is to become a doula. Yeah, you heard me. A doula. You can read about what one is at www.center4cby.com. What could be better than empowering women, helping them throughout pregnancy, coaching them through birth, and not being the one popping out a watermelon? Supplemental income too, maybe. It may also help me get over this (somewhat irrational) fear I have of giving birth. Plus, way less preparation than going to grad school or becoming certified to teach English as a second language...
People from my past keep popping up, not necessarily in a bad way, but their newfound existence in my life definitely puts some kinks in the way I was sailing through life (more like just minimizing the stumbling and finding people who stumble over the same things I do...). Just throws more thoughts in my head. At what point should old friendships, whether important or not, be avoided in an effort to keep the status quo comfortable and stress-free? Didn't I learn about this the first time 'round? And why aren't I playing my guitar more often?
Where are my friends? Why aren't they all back in town yet, dammit?
Time to take a shower and go bowling.
My life consists of working and feeling guilty about things that I should be doing, but am passing up to hang out with people I haven't seen all summer. Ah, what was that you asked? The GRE? Yeah, I've heard of it. Yeah, I plan on taking it. Studying? What? Are you joking?
Another thing I'd like to point out: my alarm clock goes off at 5:07 AM Monday through Friday. It's been doing that all summer. Am I fucking crazy?
Had dinner with Paul the other night. He wants to open up a weekly dance hall in his basement. Fucking yeah.
My new life plan is to become a doula. Yeah, you heard me. A doula. You can read about what one is at www.center4cby.com. What could be better than empowering women, helping them throughout pregnancy, coaching them through birth, and not being the one popping out a watermelon? Supplemental income too, maybe. It may also help me get over this (somewhat irrational) fear I have of giving birth. Plus, way less preparation than going to grad school or becoming certified to teach English as a second language...
People from my past keep popping up, not necessarily in a bad way, but their newfound existence in my life definitely puts some kinks in the way I was sailing through life (more like just minimizing the stumbling and finding people who stumble over the same things I do...). Just throws more thoughts in my head. At what point should old friendships, whether important or not, be avoided in an effort to keep the status quo comfortable and stress-free? Didn't I learn about this the first time 'round? And why aren't I playing my guitar more often?
Where are my friends? Why aren't they all back in town yet, dammit?
Time to take a shower and go bowling.