Updating More Often
I want to get back into the habit of updating regularly. For a while during my senior year of college, I would update while working in the Writing Center. It's funny to read all those entries now because it's like another person wrote it. Mostly I was complaining, whining, venting, stressing and listing my insurmountable tasks that needed to be accomplished. I also used the LJs to procrastinate. And those entries from the wee hours I spent in the newspaper office, in which I wholeheartedly donated my sweat and tears for three years. And how was it that I juggled so many activities on top of a full courseload and athletics in college? Was I suicidal? Or was it just the only way I knew how to do things?
Now, life seems much different. Work, work, work. Pay bills. See friends once in a while. Get fatter.
Which life is simpler and more desirable? I miss my college days but they are merely preserved memories. I can't go back. Adult life isn't so bad, I suppose. But I feel stuck in an in-between place. Strange: I no longer fall under the care of my immediate family, and yet I don't have a family of my own to care for. So I am sort of a desert island, just kind of chilling in the middle of a vast ocean.
It also dawned on me as I was clicking through old entries that I had no clue what my future held. My plans for after college included working at RiteAid and saving up for grad school in Boston. Was I retarded? RiteAid paid 6.50 an hour and grad school in Boston is gazillions of dollars.
But who could have predicted that I'd move to Exton and work as the editor of a radiology magazine? Radiology, for crying out loud. But it's all good. I'm glad I met Tom and Keri and Cas and Amy and the rest. Who could have imagined that I would get to travel to Chicago, Denver and Austin?
Crap, is it already 11:30? The last three nights for me have been sleepless. I don't know if my internal clock is still out of whack from Montana or if I just have too much on my mind. Trying to figure out a way to get out of this debt. Maybe I will hit the lottery or find out about a long lost rich relative who croaks and leaves me with a fat inheritance...
Now, life seems much different. Work, work, work. Pay bills. See friends once in a while. Get fatter.
Which life is simpler and more desirable? I miss my college days but they are merely preserved memories. I can't go back. Adult life isn't so bad, I suppose. But I feel stuck in an in-between place. Strange: I no longer fall under the care of my immediate family, and yet I don't have a family of my own to care for. So I am sort of a desert island, just kind of chilling in the middle of a vast ocean.
It also dawned on me as I was clicking through old entries that I had no clue what my future held. My plans for after college included working at RiteAid and saving up for grad school in Boston. Was I retarded? RiteAid paid 6.50 an hour and grad school in Boston is gazillions of dollars.
But who could have predicted that I'd move to Exton and work as the editor of a radiology magazine? Radiology, for crying out loud. But it's all good. I'm glad I met Tom and Keri and Cas and Amy and the rest. Who could have imagined that I would get to travel to Chicago, Denver and Austin?
Crap, is it already 11:30? The last three nights for me have been sleepless. I don't know if my internal clock is still out of whack from Montana or if I just have too much on my mind. Trying to figure out a way to get out of this debt. Maybe I will hit the lottery or find out about a long lost rich relative who croaks and leaves me with a fat inheritance...