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It hit me like a ton of bricks this morning (along with my hangover) that everything awesome i had planned for this summer is now over. No more O's/Yanks game (though I might jump online to get tickets to the late September game/s), no more concerts lined up, no more birthday, no more vacation. I have nothing planned. All I'm left with now is the impending doom of making money to move to New York, and constant irritating, nagging feeling that maybe that is what I do not want (well, not want under certain conditions, I should say), though it is the plan.
It seems I have moved from the "planned" part of the summer into the "un-planned" part of the summer.
The "un-plan" time to work towards the "plan".
(Stick with me a minute here, I'm still a little hungover)
But, like freakin' always, the un-plan always works out to be better, see? The lack of expectation, the surprise. As I look back at the summer thus far, the Un-plans were amazing: workin total game by accident at bars and having random encounters with strangers (no sex, don't freak out. hahaha), last-minute happy hours, suddenly realizing its 3am and you should get home, coming across the JOM job, running into random people all over the place, making out with a certain someone you'd never thought of making out with before, yadda yadda.
I guess it's all about opening yourself to all kinds of possibilities.
I don't know how to end this effing lj.
Is that a metaphor?
I'm so over metaphors.
It seems I have moved from the "planned" part of the summer into the "un-planned" part of the summer.
The "un-plan" time to work towards the "plan".
(Stick with me a minute here, I'm still a little hungover)
But, like freakin' always, the un-plan always works out to be better, see? The lack of expectation, the surprise. As I look back at the summer thus far, the Un-plans were amazing: workin total game by accident at bars and having random encounters with strangers (no sex, don't freak out. hahaha), last-minute happy hours, suddenly realizing its 3am and you should get home, coming across the JOM job, running into random people all over the place, making out with a certain someone you'd never thought of making out with before, yadda yadda.
I guess it's all about opening yourself to all kinds of possibilities.
I don't know how to end this effing lj.
Is that a metaphor?
I'm so over metaphors.