Wanted: Passion, New or Used, Must be consumptive
I envy people that have life-consuming passions. I just have life-consuming years.
I don't know why, but my room can never stay clean for more than 36 hours. When I was a little kid, my room was meticulously tidy. I could always tell when somebody had been in there because if my purple-haired troll doll had been moved two inches to the left, you'd better believe I would notice. The only mar on my bedroom's visual integrity was the mound of twisted sheets and blankets that were piled on top of my mattress. I hated making my bed; I didn't see the point in struggling to straighten, tuck, and smooth when I was just going to mess it all up that evening anyway. I see it as an indication that even at a young age, I harbored an intolerance for inane societal rituals. I also avoided the absurd ritual of brushing my teeth everyday, but the only reward I ever recieved for that moral stand was a series of unpleasant visits to the dentist. I've since abandoned rebelling against the man. Now I brush my teeth, and my room is just messy because I'm lazy.
Nothing terribly interesting is going on in my life. I currently stay up until about 6am, then sleep in until 3pm, skipping school. Most days I force myself to go to Petco or Meany Hall and endure five plus hours of customer service, then come back home and eat whatever's left over from what Sara made herself for dinner. (What? I'm going to turn down offers of free food?) I've been going out on the weekends, which has been mostly good times and has been working to counter-balance the stagnancy of the rest of the week. I found a guy that tolerates my embarassing lack of social skills and doesn't seem to mind too much hanging out with me on Friday nights. As far as school goes, I've got two more quarters at UW lined up, and I could not be more un-excited. I'm so ready to move. The only problem is, I think I'm relying on a change of venue to induce a change in quality of life. Unfortunately, I'm cursed with the knowledge that I have to rely on internal changes to fix any unsatisfaction with my life. Stupid logical awareness of reality.
Literary Quote O' the Day:
"We are tragic men, but we are also comic. We march to death, but we get drunk on the way."
~James A. Michener, MEXICO
I don't know why, but my room can never stay clean for more than 36 hours. When I was a little kid, my room was meticulously tidy. I could always tell when somebody had been in there because if my purple-haired troll doll had been moved two inches to the left, you'd better believe I would notice. The only mar on my bedroom's visual integrity was the mound of twisted sheets and blankets that were piled on top of my mattress. I hated making my bed; I didn't see the point in struggling to straighten, tuck, and smooth when I was just going to mess it all up that evening anyway. I see it as an indication that even at a young age, I harbored an intolerance for inane societal rituals. I also avoided the absurd ritual of brushing my teeth everyday, but the only reward I ever recieved for that moral stand was a series of unpleasant visits to the dentist. I've since abandoned rebelling against the man. Now I brush my teeth, and my room is just messy because I'm lazy.
Nothing terribly interesting is going on in my life. I currently stay up until about 6am, then sleep in until 3pm, skipping school. Most days I force myself to go to Petco or Meany Hall and endure five plus hours of customer service, then come back home and eat whatever's left over from what Sara made herself for dinner. (What? I'm going to turn down offers of free food?) I've been going out on the weekends, which has been mostly good times and has been working to counter-balance the stagnancy of the rest of the week. I found a guy that tolerates my embarassing lack of social skills and doesn't seem to mind too much hanging out with me on Friday nights. As far as school goes, I've got two more quarters at UW lined up, and I could not be more un-excited. I'm so ready to move. The only problem is, I think I'm relying on a change of venue to induce a change in quality of life. Unfortunately, I'm cursed with the knowledge that I have to rely on internal changes to fix any unsatisfaction with my life. Stupid logical awareness of reality.
Literary Quote O' the Day:
"We are tragic men, but we are also comic. We march to death, but we get drunk on the way."
~James A. Michener, MEXICO