on a hangover saturday...
Can anyone tell me what's worse than being hungover and alone?
A few day's ago, while walking home from GCSU's production of "The Vagina Monologues," I remembered having Valentine's day dinner with Michelle at The Chimes. I couldn't recall what we ate, what either of of us were wearing, or any of details, but still, for whatever reason, I found myself picturing it. I could see myself there, beside Michelle, thinking that I had a pretty good handle on life, my future. Then it struck me that an entire year had passed, and I saw very clearly that 2007 was easily the fastest of my nearly twenty-three years on this planet.
I've started jogging. My route takes me south on Elbert street, across Montgomery and into a neighborhood that's filled with overgrown lawns and barking dogs chained to trees. It has a sort of rural feel to it, which I enjoy. The exercise, paired with my new diet (mostly wild rice, leafy greens, eggs, and black beans) has resulted in moderate weight loss, higher self-esteem and an overall feeling of personal satisfaction. What's best about running is the fact that it affords me approximately thirty minutes of zen-like, distraction free meditation. It's as though, for that perfect half-hour, I've exed myself out of being.
Milledgeville is starting to drive me insane. Try as I might to romanticize it, this town is pretty boring. Oh well, aside from the old grin and bear it routine, I guess there's not much I can do about it. Perhaps the solution to this stagnation might come in the form of meeting some new people. My social circle here is decidedly small, but chatting it up with randos has never been a strong suit of mine. I've never possessed that top salesman style of confidence when introducing myself. Lord how I miss the carefree socializing of my days as a college frat-boy.
I'm also beginning to worry about my obligation to stay here in June and July. Nathan and I have to find some way to fill the endless hours of stinking-hot, summertime ennui, lest we go batshit crazy. The question is how. Oh well, until the time for deciding comes, I'll continue to subscribe to Nathan's logic: "No matter how boring this town gets, it's nothing that a kiddie pool and a shit load of beer can't solve." I have a feeling that he's right.
Although my profile photo indicates otherwise, I am now beard free.
A few day's ago, while walking home from GCSU's production of "The Vagina Monologues," I remembered having Valentine's day dinner with Michelle at The Chimes. I couldn't recall what we ate, what either of of us were wearing, or any of details, but still, for whatever reason, I found myself picturing it. I could see myself there, beside Michelle, thinking that I had a pretty good handle on life, my future. Then it struck me that an entire year had passed, and I saw very clearly that 2007 was easily the fastest of my nearly twenty-three years on this planet.
I've started jogging. My route takes me south on Elbert street, across Montgomery and into a neighborhood that's filled with overgrown lawns and barking dogs chained to trees. It has a sort of rural feel to it, which I enjoy. The exercise, paired with my new diet (mostly wild rice, leafy greens, eggs, and black beans) has resulted in moderate weight loss, higher self-esteem and an overall feeling of personal satisfaction. What's best about running is the fact that it affords me approximately thirty minutes of zen-like, distraction free meditation. It's as though, for that perfect half-hour, I've exed myself out of being.
Milledgeville is starting to drive me insane. Try as I might to romanticize it, this town is pretty boring. Oh well, aside from the old grin and bear it routine, I guess there's not much I can do about it. Perhaps the solution to this stagnation might come in the form of meeting some new people. My social circle here is decidedly small, but chatting it up with randos has never been a strong suit of mine. I've never possessed that top salesman style of confidence when introducing myself. Lord how I miss the carefree socializing of my days as a college frat-boy.
I'm also beginning to worry about my obligation to stay here in June and July. Nathan and I have to find some way to fill the endless hours of stinking-hot, summertime ennui, lest we go batshit crazy. The question is how. Oh well, until the time for deciding comes, I'll continue to subscribe to Nathan's logic: "No matter how boring this town gets, it's nothing that a kiddie pool and a shit load of beer can't solve." I have a feeling that he's right.
Although my profile photo indicates otherwise, I am now beard free.