Hard not to get hooked, hooked on you.
For kicks, I put ‘hot rod circuit’ onto circulation on my ipod. ‘The night they blew up the moon’ played on shuffle while I was at work the other day. I was swept up with nostalgia. Rich first introduced me to them my senior year of high school when I was dating Justin. 4 years ago. 4 years. 4. Where has time gone? I felt so old listening to that track. Maybe that’s what inspired my random entry tonight.
The real world is quite good at kicking my ass. My job is not going according to plan and it looks as though I will probably quit soon. I am trying to re-write my cover letter to get more resumes out there, but whole idea of job hunting seems more daunting than it initially was the first time around. I am avoiding calling my mother. She always knows when something is wrong and I don’t think this is something she would to hear.
I have this sudden urgency to up and run away: to move to Italy again, or Montreal, Los Angeles; something different. I want to drive cross country, I want to see more. I’ve only been working for three months and I feel so trapped and tied down to the 9-5 life, and restricted to my apartment lease.
I also have this urgency to fill this void in my life and no longer serve the role of being the perpetually single friend. I think I am too picky for my own good. I fear I will be one of those people who are just never satisfied.
Here I go ranting. I always sound so childish in these posts and I don’t know why I even post in here sometimes. I guess this still serves its purpose for me just how it has for the past 5 years. It serves as my release when I feel like I’m being selfish and stupid about something.
Life is good to me though. I am on my own, poor and consumed by alcohol, but happy. I go to shows every week, bars, see my friends, bike and exercise. Times are good. I've been smiling more. Some other elements though... they need some changing.
The real world is quite good at kicking my ass. My job is not going according to plan and it looks as though I will probably quit soon. I am trying to re-write my cover letter to get more resumes out there, but whole idea of job hunting seems more daunting than it initially was the first time around. I am avoiding calling my mother. She always knows when something is wrong and I don’t think this is something she would to hear.
I have this sudden urgency to up and run away: to move to Italy again, or Montreal, Los Angeles; something different. I want to drive cross country, I want to see more. I’ve only been working for three months and I feel so trapped and tied down to the 9-5 life, and restricted to my apartment lease.
I also have this urgency to fill this void in my life and no longer serve the role of being the perpetually single friend. I think I am too picky for my own good. I fear I will be one of those people who are just never satisfied.
Here I go ranting. I always sound so childish in these posts and I don’t know why I even post in here sometimes. I guess this still serves its purpose for me just how it has for the past 5 years. It serves as my release when I feel like I’m being selfish and stupid about something.
Life is good to me though. I am on my own, poor and consumed by alcohol, but happy. I go to shows every week, bars, see my friends, bike and exercise. Times are good. I've been smiling more. Some other elements though... they need some changing.