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well i'm back from my little excursion to columbia. thankfully. the people in cola are cool, but i just really don't like the city itself. hrm. might have enjoyed things alittle more if i'd had any money. i passed my server test today, and got a 2 table section tonight. it was so incredibly dead, 5 tables all night. i made twenty bucks. bah. i'm still cold from driving an hour and a half without heat. i miss cori like crazy, i miss everything actually.
i haven't felt like me in awhile. strange, because i'm not sure who i've felt like exactly, just not me. it feels as though i was in some time warp or some kindof illusion and was, upon my rearrival to spartanburg supposed to reappear or be awakened or set in reality. i haven't. if i have, this isn't the reality that i knew before. of course, we create our own realities constantly don't we? i think the phrase i overheard during my training applies to much more than restaurant environments: perception is reality. well either i should alter my perception, or take the spiritual route(maybe a more feasible thing to do)and repent of whatever is causing this stagnance. we die daily, it is said. if i can bury yesterday's me, then maybe it would allow me to move forward.... oh what the hell am i talking about? who knows, it's 1:30am i'm tired, i'm lonely, and my hands and feet are very cold. i feel empty but bloated, confused but aware, and defeated but triumphant.
i haven't felt like me in awhile. strange, because i'm not sure who i've felt like exactly, just not me. it feels as though i was in some time warp or some kindof illusion and was, upon my rearrival to spartanburg supposed to reappear or be awakened or set in reality. i haven't. if i have, this isn't the reality that i knew before. of course, we create our own realities constantly don't we? i think the phrase i overheard during my training applies to much more than restaurant environments: perception is reality. well either i should alter my perception, or take the spiritual route(maybe a more feasible thing to do)and repent of whatever is causing this stagnance. we die daily, it is said. if i can bury yesterday's me, then maybe it would allow me to move forward.... oh what the hell am i talking about? who knows, it's 1:30am i'm tired, i'm lonely, and my hands and feet are very cold. i feel empty but bloated, confused but aware, and defeated but triumphant.