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Well, it's been eight weeks since the last time that I've updated this. Nothing new has happened. Which is somewhat unfortunate. It's just one of those things that you really wish you could change, but at the same time, you fear that if you change it, you'll miss that one thing, and then it'll be too late. Sometimes, it's just not worth it to think of it that way, so I just leave it be, and continue on through the monotony of each day as it drags right on through. But just once, I want something our of the ordinary to happen, and then, maybe, I'll have gotten my wish, and then I can call it straight.
But enough of that. I'm good for the most part. Minor aches and pains, but good. Things are just finally starting to make sense, and well, I wish they wouldn't. I'd give just about anything to go back to when I was younger. Being an adult blows so hard. And the worst part is it can only get harder from here. I'm fortunate enough (for now) to not have any bills to pay, but at the same time, I still feel like a kid. I still live at home, I don't drive, and well, it's just one of the few things I could change. I'd love to move out, pursue my dreams, but it's hard to do when you can't get from point A, to point B, without having someone take you there.
Hopefully, by the time I turn 21, I'll have gotten my shit together, and I'll be going to school. I'm not quite sure for what yet, but I want something involving music, or writing. The ideal/dream job that I've come up with (it may never happen, but it'd be pretty effin' sweet) is writing a column for Rolling Stone magazine. Get to interview some of my favorite musicians, or even if I don't get to do that, at least write about them. Maybe, one day, I'll be able to, but I'm probably just dreaming. So I want to teach. English, or Creative Writing. Or, become a mechanic. I like cars, why not? But I suppose at this point in time I'm starting to ramble a bit too much. So perhaps, I should call it a night. I don't really want to go to work today, but I don't have a choice. Just another part of growing up.
-Brent.
But enough of that. I'm good for the most part. Minor aches and pains, but good. Things are just finally starting to make sense, and well, I wish they wouldn't. I'd give just about anything to go back to when I was younger. Being an adult blows so hard. And the worst part is it can only get harder from here. I'm fortunate enough (for now) to not have any bills to pay, but at the same time, I still feel like a kid. I still live at home, I don't drive, and well, it's just one of the few things I could change. I'd love to move out, pursue my dreams, but it's hard to do when you can't get from point A, to point B, without having someone take you there.
Hopefully, by the time I turn 21, I'll have gotten my shit together, and I'll be going to school. I'm not quite sure for what yet, but I want something involving music, or writing. The ideal/dream job that I've come up with (it may never happen, but it'd be pretty effin' sweet) is writing a column for Rolling Stone magazine. Get to interview some of my favorite musicians, or even if I don't get to do that, at least write about them. Maybe, one day, I'll be able to, but I'm probably just dreaming. So I want to teach. English, or Creative Writing. Or, become a mechanic. I like cars, why not? But I suppose at this point in time I'm starting to ramble a bit too much. So perhaps, I should call it a night. I don't really want to go to work today, but I don't have a choice. Just another part of growing up.
-Brent.