I have got to get out of this place.
I think it is officially time to run the fuck away. Forever. I am tired of being here at this house feeling that everything I do is hopeless and futile. No matter how much I clean, feed the cats, clean my room, it is just pointless. I cannot take care of myself in this place. But I have to. See, my mom doesnt live here anymore and my brother just doesnt care. He just gets stoned all the time and goes to work at the pizza place. I work at a pizza place too, but I dont get stoned. I feel like I cannot have company over... ugh its just soo bad right now for me. Not to mention, I am broke, only work four shifts this week and I have to consider moving out. Furthermore on sunday when I was told by a peon at work that I didnt have to be there, it turns out I did. So, I missed a shift. Fucking idiots. Now I look like an asshole.
I really just want to save and go to NYC at the end of July. I usually travel every summer and this summer should be no different. Last summer I did all kinds of shit. This summer, I hang out with Liz (which is great) and I go to work. I want to get out of here. I have been stuck in Indiana for far too long. The last time I left the state was in like January,when I went to michigan to see my dad. Oh, NFA, I left the state for NFA. Akron. Big shift in scenery lemme tell ya.
I think this was all inspired by the film the Aviator. I watched this flick last night and it kept me hooked. Thats the problem, it kept me hooked. I didnt know if I had to work in the morning or not, so I stayed up anyway until 3 forty ish and passed out. I stayed with it till the end. Left me feeling like greatness is not all it is cracked up to be, and that my friends with OCD-are not alone. He had it severe, and look at all he did. I have never seen a film that glorified the engineer and effectively made the artistic look so snobby and pretentious. I kind of liked that. Well that and the Hepburns were crazed people in the first place. I feel more like Jackson Pollack, tormented, poor, stubborn, and full of shit. I have got to get out of this place.
Indiana is a fucking joke.
I really just want to save and go to NYC at the end of July. I usually travel every summer and this summer should be no different. Last summer I did all kinds of shit. This summer, I hang out with Liz (which is great) and I go to work. I want to get out of here. I have been stuck in Indiana for far too long. The last time I left the state was in like January,when I went to michigan to see my dad. Oh, NFA, I left the state for NFA. Akron. Big shift in scenery lemme tell ya.
I think this was all inspired by the film the Aviator. I watched this flick last night and it kept me hooked. Thats the problem, it kept me hooked. I didnt know if I had to work in the morning or not, so I stayed up anyway until 3 forty ish and passed out. I stayed with it till the end. Left me feeling like greatness is not all it is cracked up to be, and that my friends with OCD-are not alone. He had it severe, and look at all he did. I have never seen a film that glorified the engineer and effectively made the artistic look so snobby and pretentious. I kind of liked that. Well that and the Hepburns were crazed people in the first place. I feel more like Jackson Pollack, tormented, poor, stubborn, and full of shit. I have got to get out of this place.
Indiana is a fucking joke.