I woke up with a giant scratch across my face this morning.
But, then, I ran a mile in my 9a.m. wellness class with this guy who looks like Tim Kasher. So, things aren't nearly as dismal as this post may sound.
I think I burnt out around the age of 18. I remember as a freshman of 14, I would stay up all night and be able to function at 6a.m. I would still be chipper. This lasted all through highschool. Even when I was sick junior and senior years.
I think I'm getting old now.
Last week, I hung out with the
Creature Feature for 2 nights. Helene was doing merch for them (scroll down for photographs). I made friends with this kid from Brooklyn. I wound up visiting him on my only night off. It turns out he lives about 4 blocks from my old apartment. Walking to the subway from his place, I was overwhelmed with sadness. I had to give it all up. My job at Apple. My apartment. My New York. I want it back so badly, but it's just not in the cards right now.
I'm working two jobs. Still working for Stephanie and Never Quit Stunts. And now I'm a keyholder at Zumiez. And I'm taking 16 credits. How can I work so much and still be broke?
I think I'm going to have a heartattack by the age of 25. I haven't had the time to get my eyebrows waxed. Or repaint my toenails. I even have to schedule my showers. All my grey hair has come back, so I have to get to the salon at some point.
Once, we all had it better than we did now. But I don't think we've reached our best, just yet.
With Helene
With Nickolas
With Curtis
With Eric
With Kevin