if i stare at the sun, i find there's only one
The weekend is over already. I've started measuring my life in 4 and 3 day increments. It's flippin October already. I'm ready to go back to May.
Friday night sucked, for various and multitudinous reasons. Saturday I worked a double and then went to the Las Cab show with Hojo, Steph, Lauren, David, and Cole. I LOVE LAS CAB. I'm practically obsessed. I cannot express how fantastic they are. I urge you all to buy their albums before they break up soon. And attend all their shows before Las Cab becomes a mythical musical being. I'm also obsessed with the Slackers. I have been listening to ska pretty much non-stop for the past 6 months. I think it's a good reflection on my state of mind, whatever that means.
I have only one more month of working for the country club. I'll be glad to stop working there. I love the people but I'm sick of giving up my weekends. I wish I had more time. Already I want to slow down this semester and stretch out my senior year. Yes, I'm ready to be done with school. But at the same time I feel like I'm so busy I haven't quite had time to relax and enjoy it. I'm already getting retardedly nostalgic thinking about leaving Boone and the apartment. This place feels so much like home to me it's incredible.
I got my first paycheck from the school today. I'm turbo psyched. Having a job pays off well. I like tutoring for the most part. Maybe someday I'll elaborate on the students. I have like 12 of them so it probably won't happen. Point being, they're all fantastic, etc.
This might seem odd or inappropriate, but I've been thinking about it a lot lately. I know my grandfather is going to die soon, in the next few years or so at the latest. And when that time comes I am going to need some major help. Because there are some things I just can't handle by myself, things no one should have to.
Friday night sucked, for various and multitudinous reasons. Saturday I worked a double and then went to the Las Cab show with Hojo, Steph, Lauren, David, and Cole. I LOVE LAS CAB. I'm practically obsessed. I cannot express how fantastic they are. I urge you all to buy their albums before they break up soon. And attend all their shows before Las Cab becomes a mythical musical being. I'm also obsessed with the Slackers. I have been listening to ska pretty much non-stop for the past 6 months. I think it's a good reflection on my state of mind, whatever that means.
I have only one more month of working for the country club. I'll be glad to stop working there. I love the people but I'm sick of giving up my weekends. I wish I had more time. Already I want to slow down this semester and stretch out my senior year. Yes, I'm ready to be done with school. But at the same time I feel like I'm so busy I haven't quite had time to relax and enjoy it. I'm already getting retardedly nostalgic thinking about leaving Boone and the apartment. This place feels so much like home to me it's incredible.
I got my first paycheck from the school today. I'm turbo psyched. Having a job pays off well. I like tutoring for the most part. Maybe someday I'll elaborate on the students. I have like 12 of them so it probably won't happen. Point being, they're all fantastic, etc.
This might seem odd or inappropriate, but I've been thinking about it a lot lately. I know my grandfather is going to die soon, in the next few years or so at the latest. And when that time comes I am going to need some major help. Because there are some things I just can't handle by myself, things no one should have to.