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most days i wake up and it's already afternoon. i watch some tv, maybe clean up the apartment, and look at the clock every hour or so, amazed that i still haven't even showered.
i'm taking one class, and i skip it half the time, so i'm on campus about an hour and a half a week. i go to class excited about the reading that was assigned, and then i hear the other kids in the class talking about it, and i immediately hate all of them and start counting the minutes until it's over. i feel very done with school. i think it's done with me, too.
afterwards i go to the bookstore to pick up my fixes of sports illustrated and entertainment weekly, and then go home. if the bulls or illinois has a basketball game, i'll watch that, or i'll go to jimmy's for a burger and a few whiskey and ginger ales.
i've never had so much free time and so little actual activity in my life. occasionally i'll go up to the north side just to remind myself that i live in a city. but most nights i watch a movie or six feet under or something and drink some yellow tail.
i'm going to start volunteering at the hemingway museum just to get myself out of the apartment. even though i know that hemingway would laugh at there being a museum dedicated to him and would laugh even more at the people that volunteered there.
i actually look forward to next year a lot. i'll live on the north side, and i'll find some shitty job somewhere. it's pretty liberating to not care at all about your job when so many people around you are dying to find a job that'll lead somewhere.
anyway, i've been reading the usual hemingway, and i've been reading the new collection of dave eggers stories. some read like the shit i'd write, but most of them are pretty good. mike and i have listened to sinatra and miles davis, drank whiskey, and read in the living room a couple of times recently, and this actually feels like an accomplishment in the sludge that is my life nowadays.
i miss london, and europe in general. i'd like to go back, not to live, just for a few days. something about being over there seperated me from my usual concerns and made life seem a lot easier. being thousands of miles away from everything makes life feel like an extended vacation. which i guess it was. coming back was harder than expected, though.
the weather lately certainly hasn't helped. i don't want to bitch about it, because i've seen worse, but the constant snow on the ground and cold temperatures definitely add to my apathy. i think i'm going to grill out on the porch tomorrow just to send a big fuck you to the piles of snow around my car. anyone within walking distance of this computer is more than welcome to join. nothing like some man-made fire to remind yourself that the clouds don't have shit on you. shaking out the winter blues.
i'm taking one class, and i skip it half the time, so i'm on campus about an hour and a half a week. i go to class excited about the reading that was assigned, and then i hear the other kids in the class talking about it, and i immediately hate all of them and start counting the minutes until it's over. i feel very done with school. i think it's done with me, too.
afterwards i go to the bookstore to pick up my fixes of sports illustrated and entertainment weekly, and then go home. if the bulls or illinois has a basketball game, i'll watch that, or i'll go to jimmy's for a burger and a few whiskey and ginger ales.
i've never had so much free time and so little actual activity in my life. occasionally i'll go up to the north side just to remind myself that i live in a city. but most nights i watch a movie or six feet under or something and drink some yellow tail.
i'm going to start volunteering at the hemingway museum just to get myself out of the apartment. even though i know that hemingway would laugh at there being a museum dedicated to him and would laugh even more at the people that volunteered there.
i actually look forward to next year a lot. i'll live on the north side, and i'll find some shitty job somewhere. it's pretty liberating to not care at all about your job when so many people around you are dying to find a job that'll lead somewhere.
anyway, i've been reading the usual hemingway, and i've been reading the new collection of dave eggers stories. some read like the shit i'd write, but most of them are pretty good. mike and i have listened to sinatra and miles davis, drank whiskey, and read in the living room a couple of times recently, and this actually feels like an accomplishment in the sludge that is my life nowadays.
i miss london, and europe in general. i'd like to go back, not to live, just for a few days. something about being over there seperated me from my usual concerns and made life seem a lot easier. being thousands of miles away from everything makes life feel like an extended vacation. which i guess it was. coming back was harder than expected, though.
the weather lately certainly hasn't helped. i don't want to bitch about it, because i've seen worse, but the constant snow on the ground and cold temperatures definitely add to my apathy. i think i'm going to grill out on the porch tomorrow just to send a big fuck you to the piles of snow around my car. anyone within walking distance of this computer is more than welcome to join. nothing like some man-made fire to remind yourself that the clouds don't have shit on you. shaking out the winter blues.