Dreaming of sleep
Life sucks when you've got nothing to do and you've lived with two good friends for half a year.
Now I'm creeping back into old habits. Sleeping earlier (as in going to sleep before 6am), waking up earlier (anytime before 2pm is earlier), and just in general not doing much. I guess this is how I'll be getting back into the habit of school.
My car is getting some $800 worth of repairs. Lame. In the end it won't be a tenth of a second faster and it won't look a shred different from now. And it also lands me in that beautiful place we call "debt". Said debt wouldn't exist if I hadn't been so fucking generous and lent one of my two roommates $600 over the course of a few months. Fuck me... At least I can kill off my debt with a few days work.
Tucson is too boring. No interesting people left. Either they've changed or they never were here in the first place. The interesting people now are just facades, and inside they're the same as the rest. Bland and dull and predictable. The fall of personality leads to many tragic paths.
Lastly, I've been overwhelmed by very vivid and surreal dreams lately. I've got no complaints. We used to dream for fun when we were bored. And remembering those dreams when I haven't remembered them always gives the strange deja-vu that I know and love. It's my only source of fun right now. That and listening to music as loud as I please with no apartment neighbors to keep in mind. Oh the delight.
I've been up since 7:30am because God has something out for me, so lots of sleep and 2 days off here I come.
Peace out kids.
Now I'm creeping back into old habits. Sleeping earlier (as in going to sleep before 6am), waking up earlier (anytime before 2pm is earlier), and just in general not doing much. I guess this is how I'll be getting back into the habit of school.
My car is getting some $800 worth of repairs. Lame. In the end it won't be a tenth of a second faster and it won't look a shred different from now. And it also lands me in that beautiful place we call "debt". Said debt wouldn't exist if I hadn't been so fucking generous and lent one of my two roommates $600 over the course of a few months. Fuck me... At least I can kill off my debt with a few days work.
Tucson is too boring. No interesting people left. Either they've changed or they never were here in the first place. The interesting people now are just facades, and inside they're the same as the rest. Bland and dull and predictable. The fall of personality leads to many tragic paths.
Lastly, I've been overwhelmed by very vivid and surreal dreams lately. I've got no complaints. We used to dream for fun when we were bored. And remembering those dreams when I haven't remembered them always gives the strange deja-vu that I know and love. It's my only source of fun right now. That and listening to music as loud as I please with no apartment neighbors to keep in mind. Oh the delight.
I've been up since 7:30am because God has something out for me, so lots of sleep and 2 days off here I come.
Peace out kids.