post-solstice.
usually i make posts about the solstice. some sort of turning of the earth, of events, anything. this was all i got:
"missed you yesterday.
smoked cloves and drank and painted without black or white."
i've been tired for so long that i think i'm just getting used to being tired. running around a restaurant the temperature of a sauna, doing all the grunt work while others make all the cash, is extremely frustrating. i realize i'm new and need to prove myself, but if it stays ridiculous, i don't know what i'll do. spending no money and not working is sort of an option, but not a great one.
i was happy to see people at chimera last night, though it doesn't seem i have the energy to be as dancey and friendly as i used to be. or the time to care as much about what i'm wearing. it doesn't help that so much of my wardrobe is still at my parents' house. i'd love to live it up and get about 100 more piercings and a more extreme haircut, but it really isn't feasible for my life at the moment. gaining some eyebrows may have gained me some points at my new job, but i still have a long-ass way to go if i'm going to have any fun this summer. when i was hired, they knew they were going to have to make a silk purse out of a sow's ear. i'm sorry if you're too deep in your own shit to train me properly, but i'm not going to get any better with no feedback.
i'm stoked for jordan's birthday, but i worry i'll be too tired tomorrow to properly celebrate. blech.
in other news:
my roommates are officially awesome. and the one who is lame is away in hawaii. i got a secondhand snake and his name is now bacon. klendathu [the new baby tarantula] definitely kicked it. i am really happy to be in a relationship with someone who allows me to totally be myself. i've managed to keep the house relatively clean and orderly. i think i may be developing OCD. life's pretty good despite the occasional bellyaching.
"missed you yesterday.
smoked cloves and drank and painted without black or white."
i've been tired for so long that i think i'm just getting used to being tired. running around a restaurant the temperature of a sauna, doing all the grunt work while others make all the cash, is extremely frustrating. i realize i'm new and need to prove myself, but if it stays ridiculous, i don't know what i'll do. spending no money and not working is sort of an option, but not a great one.
i was happy to see people at chimera last night, though it doesn't seem i have the energy to be as dancey and friendly as i used to be. or the time to care as much about what i'm wearing. it doesn't help that so much of my wardrobe is still at my parents' house. i'd love to live it up and get about 100 more piercings and a more extreme haircut, but it really isn't feasible for my life at the moment. gaining some eyebrows may have gained me some points at my new job, but i still have a long-ass way to go if i'm going to have any fun this summer. when i was hired, they knew they were going to have to make a silk purse out of a sow's ear. i'm sorry if you're too deep in your own shit to train me properly, but i'm not going to get any better with no feedback.
i'm stoked for jordan's birthday, but i worry i'll be too tired tomorrow to properly celebrate. blech.
in other news:
my roommates are officially awesome. and the one who is lame is away in hawaii. i got a secondhand snake and his name is now bacon. klendathu [the new baby tarantula] definitely kicked it. i am really happy to be in a relationship with someone who allows me to totally be myself. i've managed to keep the house relatively clean and orderly. i think i may be developing OCD. life's pretty good despite the occasional bellyaching.