Some stuff, which turns into some rambling
At the same time, a lot of shit and not a lot of shit has been going down. I mean, a little drama (actually a lot of drama, but I'm done with it now. DONE I say!), a few parties, some hangin' out, a couple paychecks. Nothing to write home about, really.
The summer has been getting progressively better, as I settle into my job (it's a shitty job, but it pays, and I only need it until August. And the Chinese people never ask too closely when I need time off. All in all, it really isn't that bad) and start to get into some kind of rhythm of life again.
I think that might be the hardest part about being a student - your rhythms get upset a lot. In August, you've got a bunch of new classes, and you need to figure out a new routine. Then, just when you get it down, December rolls through and you have a vacation - a job or no job, some holiday shopping, a bit of hanging out, and no routine. January, and you're right back in new classes, having to adjust all over again. Then you hit May and there's a whole 'nother period of new routine.
Maybe it'll be better when I do get into the real world and get a real 9-5 (although mine will be more like 5-4, fuck High School anyway), and the routine doesn't get upset barring vacations, hell and high water. Hm. Or maybe I'll just get bored and start working in the theater.
I think I'll stay in New York for a couple years after I graduate. Mitchell and Vivian will be leaving me to go to LA anyway, and while there is family here, and there are other friends, I'd like to actually live full time somewhere other than Texas for some of my life. I think I'll come back eventually - to the South if not to Texas, maybe to New Orleans (how I love that city) - but I'd like to get out for a while.
And I want to move out of my parents' house. Before I graduate from college if at all possible. I love them, but something about being a junior in college and still living at home does not sound all that appealing to me.
Maybe I'll move to Austin.
I just feel kind of... bleh, lately. Like nothing is worth my time. Like none of this is important. Wake up, go to work, come home, maybe party, go to sleep - rinse, repeat. Bah, I'm just talking about the need for routine and now I'm bitching about the routine! I think it might be that nobody lives out this way, and I have to drive half an hour to get to any of my friends. There's no 'hey, come over and hang out' anymore. I need to be around some people. Now I understand why Mitchell didn't want to move out to Tomball; I know what it's like to be cut off from everyone, and I don't like it.
It's a lonely life out here. I have my parents, my brother, a couple cats and a dog. But I can't just sit around and chill with any of them. I mean, dad and I can break out the guitars and jam, but we don't do it that often. Mom and I talk sometimes, but lately it seems like the only communication we have is bitching at each other. One or the other of them is always gone, and my brother and I get along about as well as a house on fire. We just... our personalities just clash, is all. We're totally different people, and he's got this really bitchy attitude lately that makes me want to smack him around, so I distance myself.
I want to be around people my age, full time. It was like while I was at college, and I think my biggest problem right now is that I miss being around people my age constantly. I want roomies again!
Fuck it, maybe I really will move to Austin.
I think that's enough depressing rambling for today.
The summer has been getting progressively better, as I settle into my job (it's a shitty job, but it pays, and I only need it until August. And the Chinese people never ask too closely when I need time off. All in all, it really isn't that bad) and start to get into some kind of rhythm of life again.
I think that might be the hardest part about being a student - your rhythms get upset a lot. In August, you've got a bunch of new classes, and you need to figure out a new routine. Then, just when you get it down, December rolls through and you have a vacation - a job or no job, some holiday shopping, a bit of hanging out, and no routine. January, and you're right back in new classes, having to adjust all over again. Then you hit May and there's a whole 'nother period of new routine.
Maybe it'll be better when I do get into the real world and get a real 9-5 (although mine will be more like 5-4, fuck High School anyway), and the routine doesn't get upset barring vacations, hell and high water. Hm. Or maybe I'll just get bored and start working in the theater.
I think I'll stay in New York for a couple years after I graduate. Mitchell and Vivian will be leaving me to go to LA anyway, and while there is family here, and there are other friends, I'd like to actually live full time somewhere other than Texas for some of my life. I think I'll come back eventually - to the South if not to Texas, maybe to New Orleans (how I love that city) - but I'd like to get out for a while.
And I want to move out of my parents' house. Before I graduate from college if at all possible. I love them, but something about being a junior in college and still living at home does not sound all that appealing to me.
Maybe I'll move to Austin.
I just feel kind of... bleh, lately. Like nothing is worth my time. Like none of this is important. Wake up, go to work, come home, maybe party, go to sleep - rinse, repeat. Bah, I'm just talking about the need for routine and now I'm bitching about the routine! I think it might be that nobody lives out this way, and I have to drive half an hour to get to any of my friends. There's no 'hey, come over and hang out' anymore. I need to be around some people. Now I understand why Mitchell didn't want to move out to Tomball; I know what it's like to be cut off from everyone, and I don't like it.
It's a lonely life out here. I have my parents, my brother, a couple cats and a dog. But I can't just sit around and chill with any of them. I mean, dad and I can break out the guitars and jam, but we don't do it that often. Mom and I talk sometimes, but lately it seems like the only communication we have is bitching at each other. One or the other of them is always gone, and my brother and I get along about as well as a house on fire. We just... our personalities just clash, is all. We're totally different people, and he's got this really bitchy attitude lately that makes me want to smack him around, so I distance myself.
I want to be around people my age, full time. It was like while I was at college, and I think my biggest problem right now is that I miss being around people my age constantly. I want roomies again!
Fuck it, maybe I really will move to Austin.
I think that's enough depressing rambling for today.