How I'm Spending My Summer Vacation
I could just take a cat nap, and before I wake up it'll already be the middle of July.
That fucking sucks.
I haven't seen anyone yet this summer. At least not to a great extent. Sure, I've seen brief moments of Frieda, brief moments of Sarah. As expected. But this late in the summer, you'd think I'd have at least made actual plans with a friend or two and hung out with them.
Nope. Not really.
I work a lot, which is great. Disney Store isn't awful. My new job at the Comcast Center couldn't be more great - I get to see all the concerts for free. INCREDIBLE concerts. And my boyfriend conveniently lives down the street from there, so I get to see him, too. How is that not amazing? Really, I should have nothing to complain about.
I guess it's not complaining, I'm really just kind of disappointed in myself for not being out there more this summer. THIS summer, which may very likely be my last at home. And I don't feel I'm squeezing every last drop out of it. I'm not wearing myself ragged hanging out with people from home and catching up or saying good-byes or saying hellos. I usually do that. It takes a couple weeks to kick in that I need to get out and see people, but this year it's just not kicking in. Whenever I'm not at work or running errands, I'm inside of my house sitting in a corner trying not to use any of my money that I'm going to need desperately. I'm not even making much! I make enough for gas to drive to work, basically.
What's really frustrating is that even though I'm spending all this time in my home, I'm not getting anything done here, either. I just can't get myself to do anything. Which for me, really odd. It used to be that if I was sitting in my house relaxing I'd actually be learning something. I took notes when I watched TV cause I'm a fool. I wrote things. I tried desperately to learn guitar, to learn harmonies to songs. Now I've got a play to write and a 3 zillion page binder on how to be President of Alpha Psi Omega and I have done zilch. I've gotten pretty good at listening to music and staring at my wal, and playing computer solitaire. Yes. I can see such success in my future.
So yes, I'm complaining afterall. But not about life. I love my life. I'm just pissed that I'm not doing anything useful with it right now. Besides a few key things, obviously.
Keith is a key thing.
The comcast center is a key thing because it goes on my acting resume.
...ummm that's it.
I'm going to New York again like I did last year. Only I've lost my mission statement. Last year I went to take a bunch of dances classes to keep up. This year I was doing the same only I specifically picked this weekend so I could see "Peter" and see all my friends, and congratulate Kelly.
I keep making the amount of time I'm spending there shorter and shorter. I'll probably only go to one dance class.
Goddamn thesis. I went to a Native American Princess' calling hours and I didn't even have the slightest desire to use any of it as material.
I'm not funny anymore. Help!
That fucking sucks.
I haven't seen anyone yet this summer. At least not to a great extent. Sure, I've seen brief moments of Frieda, brief moments of Sarah. As expected. But this late in the summer, you'd think I'd have at least made actual plans with a friend or two and hung out with them.
Nope. Not really.
I work a lot, which is great. Disney Store isn't awful. My new job at the Comcast Center couldn't be more great - I get to see all the concerts for free. INCREDIBLE concerts. And my boyfriend conveniently lives down the street from there, so I get to see him, too. How is that not amazing? Really, I should have nothing to complain about.
I guess it's not complaining, I'm really just kind of disappointed in myself for not being out there more this summer. THIS summer, which may very likely be my last at home. And I don't feel I'm squeezing every last drop out of it. I'm not wearing myself ragged hanging out with people from home and catching up or saying good-byes or saying hellos. I usually do that. It takes a couple weeks to kick in that I need to get out and see people, but this year it's just not kicking in. Whenever I'm not at work or running errands, I'm inside of my house sitting in a corner trying not to use any of my money that I'm going to need desperately. I'm not even making much! I make enough for gas to drive to work, basically.
What's really frustrating is that even though I'm spending all this time in my home, I'm not getting anything done here, either. I just can't get myself to do anything. Which for me, really odd. It used to be that if I was sitting in my house relaxing I'd actually be learning something. I took notes when I watched TV cause I'm a fool. I wrote things. I tried desperately to learn guitar, to learn harmonies to songs. Now I've got a play to write and a 3 zillion page binder on how to be President of Alpha Psi Omega and I have done zilch. I've gotten pretty good at listening to music and staring at my wal, and playing computer solitaire. Yes. I can see such success in my future.
So yes, I'm complaining afterall. But not about life. I love my life. I'm just pissed that I'm not doing anything useful with it right now. Besides a few key things, obviously.
Keith is a key thing.
The comcast center is a key thing because it goes on my acting resume.
...ummm that's it.
I'm going to New York again like I did last year. Only I've lost my mission statement. Last year I went to take a bunch of dances classes to keep up. This year I was doing the same only I specifically picked this weekend so I could see "Peter" and see all my friends, and congratulate Kelly.
I keep making the amount of time I'm spending there shorter and shorter. I'll probably only go to one dance class.
Goddamn thesis. I went to a Native American Princess' calling hours and I didn't even have the slightest desire to use any of it as material.
I'm not funny anymore. Help!