It seems to me people aren't updating as often as I would like...
I think I'm getting semi-depressed. I mean, how else can I feel alone in a house full of people? Day to day passes by pretty well, but when I'm alone I feel, for the lack of something wittier to say, very alone. In that sense, I feel like I go from a naive optimist to a jaded cynic in a period of about 3 nanoseconds every damn day. It's a behavioral shock that took some time for me to get used to. If anyone has some advice on how to feel better, I'm open to ideas, short of "get drunk and have random sex," because Porter already suggested that one.
It recently occurred to me that I don't update very often in a LIVEJournal, so I suppose I'll let you in on what's been happening. You being the you plural, so no, I'm not just talking to YOU. I'm talking to YOU.
I don't drink soda anymore. Not because of any weight or dietary problem, it's just that soda does... THINGS to my digestive system. Every time I drink a soda, I get a thorough "cleaning out," if you know what I mean. And I bet you wish you didn't. So no more soda for, I'm giving it about six months or so.
Sometimes I feel that facial hair is the only thing that prevents people from calling me "ma'am."
I've decided to stay here for a bit longer, maybe as long as another year. I've thought about this in depth, and right now, moving to Tallahassee isn't the best plan for me. Sure, moving in with Jared, Shana, and I think Chris would be ten million kinds of awesome, but that'd be the only good thing about the experience. I would be moving into a new city, I would have to pay a larger amount of rent with a lower-paying job where I won't know anyone, away from my parents and, oh yeah, going to school semi-full time. Staying here seems like a better strategy for me right now. I'm sorry about the build-up, and the putting off, but when I suggested the idea it was a kind of half-assed, spur of the moment thing and I really didn't think it through. Again, I'm really sorry.
I've been taking more and more pictures of clouds, lately. I don't know why. I see them when I'm driving and I start to stare at them until I realize that I'm veering towards oncoming traffic. At this point I begrudgingly shift my attention to my driving and save my life with a grumble.
I've been babbling incoherently much more often lately. I'll walk into a room, say something that clearly isn't English, (or any real language, for that matter) and walk back out. I'm starting to really weird people out at work.
Well, I feel much better. I'm gonna try to update more often from now on, try to get back into the groove, you know? YOU know...
"If you HAVE to look along the shaft of an arrow from the wrong end, if a man has you entirely at his mercy, then hope like hell that man is an evil man. Because the evil like power, power over people, and they want to see you in fear. They want you to KNOW you're going to die. So they'll talk. They'll gloat. They'll watch you squirm. They'll put off the moment of murder like another man will put off a good cigar. So hope like hell your captor is an evil man. A good man will kill you with hardly a word." -- Men at Arms
It recently occurred to me that I don't update very often in a LIVEJournal, so I suppose I'll let you in on what's been happening. You being the you plural, so no, I'm not just talking to YOU. I'm talking to YOU.
I don't drink soda anymore. Not because of any weight or dietary problem, it's just that soda does... THINGS to my digestive system. Every time I drink a soda, I get a thorough "cleaning out," if you know what I mean. And I bet you wish you didn't. So no more soda for, I'm giving it about six months or so.
Sometimes I feel that facial hair is the only thing that prevents people from calling me "ma'am."
I've decided to stay here for a bit longer, maybe as long as another year. I've thought about this in depth, and right now, moving to Tallahassee isn't the best plan for me. Sure, moving in with Jared, Shana, and I think Chris would be ten million kinds of awesome, but that'd be the only good thing about the experience. I would be moving into a new city, I would have to pay a larger amount of rent with a lower-paying job where I won't know anyone, away from my parents and, oh yeah, going to school semi-full time. Staying here seems like a better strategy for me right now. I'm sorry about the build-up, and the putting off, but when I suggested the idea it was a kind of half-assed, spur of the moment thing and I really didn't think it through. Again, I'm really sorry.
I've been taking more and more pictures of clouds, lately. I don't know why. I see them when I'm driving and I start to stare at them until I realize that I'm veering towards oncoming traffic. At this point I begrudgingly shift my attention to my driving and save my life with a grumble.
I've been babbling incoherently much more often lately. I'll walk into a room, say something that clearly isn't English, (or any real language, for that matter) and walk back out. I'm starting to really weird people out at work.
Well, I feel much better. I'm gonna try to update more often from now on, try to get back into the groove, you know? YOU know...
"If you HAVE to look along the shaft of an arrow from the wrong end, if a man has you entirely at his mercy, then hope like hell that man is an evil man. Because the evil like power, power over people, and they want to see you in fear. They want you to KNOW you're going to die. So they'll talk. They'll gloat. They'll watch you squirm. They'll put off the moment of murder like another man will put off a good cigar. So hope like hell your captor is an evil man. A good man will kill you with hardly a word." -- Men at Arms