Plastics...it's all about plastics
It's been a while since I've journaled. It's been a busy semester. Busy year. Somewhere between working 35 hours a week as SNL's bitch, attending school full time and still having a very active social life, my senior year has passed me by. I've finished school, graduated, and moved out of New York for good and it's only now just catching up to me. It's sad to think, but at the time, I was SOOOO ready to move away. Not because of New York (although the expenses were starting to get to me), just because of the stress of moving. Moving itself is always stressful. Moving out of New York, even more so. You have to deal with shady shady landlords who are looking for an excuse to screw you out of your security deposit (aka, a LOT of money). This made for some very half-assed stressful goodbyes. Zach took off to South Carolina several days ahead of when he'd planned to and several cleaning duties short of his fair share. Needless to say, Maddie and I were not too happy with him, which led to a very unheartfelt goodbye. Now that the situation's passed, I hold no real grudge, but still haven't talked to him, other than to confirm where to have his security check sent to. I should probably get on that. I can only imagine how stressed Maddie was about the whole moving mess, having to move from one apartment in New York to another. I was near breakdown point and all I had to do was pack suitcases, not moving trucks. We were both so exhausted when the time came for me to leave I don't think either of us had the energy for goodbyes. I was so exauhsted that I didn't even want to go out or spend the night anywher but on the floor of my own apartment for my last night in the city. I'm glad that Danny talked me into having a pseudo-night on the town. He drove in from Queens and drove me around the city so I could say goodbye to my favorite sites - Times Square, Fifth Avenue, Central Park, and many more. It was nice.
And now I'm home. I've been home for about a week and I'm beginning to realize why I've ALWAYS had some kind of job: I'm not the kind of person who can sit around not doing anything for too long. Especially when everyone else I know has responsibilities. I'm really trying not to feel like Dustin Hoffman, sitting out by the pool all day wasting away...but it's hard not to. I firmly believe the less you have to do, the harder it is to motivate yourself. The most I've been able to get myself to do on a regular basis is work out...and only because I only have to go down to our basement to use the eliptical machine and it requires no real brain activity. I'm starting to get myself into writing mode...but we'll see.
Ultimately, I'm just ready to start the next chapter. I'm ready to start looking for jobs in California, put in applications on an apartment and move. But it's really kind of impossible to do that while my future roommate's in Italy and not wanting to think about it - the same way I didn't want to think about it while I was in the midst of school and SNL madness. My mom's wanting to push the move back till August first, but I honestly think I'll go insane being "on vacation" for that long. I guess it's a moot point, because we still have to figure out when we can get an apartment, not to mention Maggie a job. So I'll just keep nagging my father to ride the asses of his Budweiser burocrats to get Maggie a job and get me into the real world. Until then, I'll be at the bottom of the pool, looking up.
And now I'm home. I've been home for about a week and I'm beginning to realize why I've ALWAYS had some kind of job: I'm not the kind of person who can sit around not doing anything for too long. Especially when everyone else I know has responsibilities. I'm really trying not to feel like Dustin Hoffman, sitting out by the pool all day wasting away...but it's hard not to. I firmly believe the less you have to do, the harder it is to motivate yourself. The most I've been able to get myself to do on a regular basis is work out...and only because I only have to go down to our basement to use the eliptical machine and it requires no real brain activity. I'm starting to get myself into writing mode...but we'll see.
Ultimately, I'm just ready to start the next chapter. I'm ready to start looking for jobs in California, put in applications on an apartment and move. But it's really kind of impossible to do that while my future roommate's in Italy and not wanting to think about it - the same way I didn't want to think about it while I was in the midst of school and SNL madness. My mom's wanting to push the move back till August first, but I honestly think I'll go insane being "on vacation" for that long. I guess it's a moot point, because we still have to figure out when we can get an apartment, not to mention Maggie a job. So I'll just keep nagging my father to ride the asses of his Budweiser burocrats to get Maggie a job and get me into the real world. Until then, I'll be at the bottom of the pool, looking up.