i'm back from where ever i was!
I haven't posted in forever. This is unlike me. I write books on here for you to read. Books on my soul, er, rather latest conquest and how awesome I am. I really am, words cannot describe it. Well words beside awesome. Yeah, I've grown lamer with age.
New shit:
Going to the bars has been so much fun. Unless we're in a group, we always, always get hit on. Okay they are all losers, but they are at least men to entertain us for the night. Last night was this 42-year-old creeper. He was okay when he first started flirting, but who just mentions that the grandfather he never met got hit over the head with a metal pipe at a union rally, that he's divorced with a kid, say you're 42 when you could pass for 31, and tons of other shit that made us think, "buddy get the fuck away so someone decent can come over!" Anyway he tried to tell us he was too drunk to drive home and wanted to crash on our floor aka one of our beds. He had two drinks that he sipped. We're not idiots and you're not getting any from either of us.
After two weeks of the bars, now we're starting to get to the point we're running into guys we blew off at the bar. It's a small bar scene here and we're drinkers!
The important stuff:
Back with Jon, but that's such old news! Long distance, stress, happiness, and all that couple crap.
I feel as if I'm just allowing myself to die away. Okay I don't mean it like that, but that I'm just not living my life. I don't know what I want to do with it anymore. Five years at Pitt and no fucking clue. There are days when I'm obsessed with never leaving Pittsburgh and there are days when I'm convinced that I'm sifling myself here. Where's the adventure that I promised myself? I'm too smart and I can easily be a people person if I need to be. Everyone at work was surprised one day when I mentioned that I'm shy. I'm not ugly, I'm smart, outgoing (when need be), and I could seriously do anything if I tried. I don't try because I have no direction. For the first time I have no direction and don't know what to do. What do I do? Yesterday I convinced myself that I needed to work in Antartica. Today I want to have any job where I can live downtown. Who knows what I will want tomorrow. Me being fickle is going to all new levels. I should just do whatever it takes to travel because it sort of always goes back to traveling, but being based here. Now what kind of career can I have, that I'll enjoy, where I can freely do that?
Okay I'm like ten shades of confused when it comes to my life: what I want and where I want to end up.
Other than that, life is a cabaret or just the freakshow that comes to the county fair that's pretty entertaining.
New shit:
- The second coming of puberty! Well my chin is a battlefield of a war I have lost. Seriously, I'm meticulous about skin care and I cannot win. The best I can do is use a green concelor.
- I moved to Squirrel Hill and absolutely love it. Nature is louder than traffic at night and I mean significantly louder. I live not even a block off of Murray and about two blocks from Forbes, and it's nature that breaks the silence, not traffic. I'm within a couple of blocks of three bars, Eat n Park, banks, grocery, two amazing pizza places, and about thirty different synagogues. This is not Oakland, it's so wonderful.
- Besides having Erin who also knows what it's like to be awesome, I have a new roommate, Tory! She likes to go out and party like me. Last week, we were out three or more times. I don't really remember if we did go out earlier than last Thursday. Right now it's Thursday afternoon and I've already been to the bar twice this week and drunk. Not wasted drunk, just happy drunk. I really won't be able to do that much more as school will get harder. Oh, and we're going to the bar tonight too!
- Also, work has amazed me in it's ability to suck new amounts of ass!
- And most important my hair is still beautiful and almost reaches my butt!
Going to the bars has been so much fun. Unless we're in a group, we always, always get hit on. Okay they are all losers, but they are at least men to entertain us for the night. Last night was this 42-year-old creeper. He was okay when he first started flirting, but who just mentions that the grandfather he never met got hit over the head with a metal pipe at a union rally, that he's divorced with a kid, say you're 42 when you could pass for 31, and tons of other shit that made us think, "buddy get the fuck away so someone decent can come over!" Anyway he tried to tell us he was too drunk to drive home and wanted to crash on our floor aka one of our beds. He had two drinks that he sipped. We're not idiots and you're not getting any from either of us.
After two weeks of the bars, now we're starting to get to the point we're running into guys we blew off at the bar. It's a small bar scene here and we're drinkers!
The important stuff:
Back with Jon, but that's such old news! Long distance, stress, happiness, and all that couple crap.
I feel as if I'm just allowing myself to die away. Okay I don't mean it like that, but that I'm just not living my life. I don't know what I want to do with it anymore. Five years at Pitt and no fucking clue. There are days when I'm obsessed with never leaving Pittsburgh and there are days when I'm convinced that I'm sifling myself here. Where's the adventure that I promised myself? I'm too smart and I can easily be a people person if I need to be. Everyone at work was surprised one day when I mentioned that I'm shy. I'm not ugly, I'm smart, outgoing (when need be), and I could seriously do anything if I tried. I don't try because I have no direction. For the first time I have no direction and don't know what to do. What do I do? Yesterday I convinced myself that I needed to work in Antartica. Today I want to have any job where I can live downtown. Who knows what I will want tomorrow. Me being fickle is going to all new levels. I should just do whatever it takes to travel because it sort of always goes back to traveling, but being based here. Now what kind of career can I have, that I'll enjoy, where I can freely do that?
Okay I'm like ten shades of confused when it comes to my life: what I want and where I want to end up.
Other than that, life is a cabaret or just the freakshow that comes to the county fair that's pretty entertaining.