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i'm lonely.
i feel like a statistically accurate twenty-something. although i'm still only twenty. i'm sitting here, internetting away, about to eat cavatappi in an art fagsy bowl all by my lonesome, organizing beads and nik naks into two tackle boxes i bought today at kmart. and listening to the shins. yeah. i'm a stereotypical twenty-something.
i don't know what i'm doing with my life. i mean, i have this general idea, but then the thinking part comews in. i don't really know if this is what i want to do. i'm overloading myself this quarter. i'm taking 20 credits at school, i work at old navy an average of 14 hours a week, i have the pool which is 22 hours a week, and comcast which will be 9.5 hours a week. i get to say i have three jobs. these are real numbers. i just finished making my schedule which i'll be adhering to for the next nine weeks after an hour of calling, and thinking, and more calling. and the shit part about it is that i'll be commuting to and from northgate, the u-dist, north seattle, and queen anne.
but what am i doing this for? so i can be a parallel to edward norton describing my own life someday? ick. no, thanks. this shouldn't be my life. i shouldn't be able to put it down into words like this. i want to be in a band.
my pasta turned out al dente. it usually never does.
i feel like a statistically accurate twenty-something. although i'm still only twenty. i'm sitting here, internetting away, about to eat cavatappi in an art fagsy bowl all by my lonesome, organizing beads and nik naks into two tackle boxes i bought today at kmart. and listening to the shins. yeah. i'm a stereotypical twenty-something.
i don't know what i'm doing with my life. i mean, i have this general idea, but then the thinking part comews in. i don't really know if this is what i want to do. i'm overloading myself this quarter. i'm taking 20 credits at school, i work at old navy an average of 14 hours a week, i have the pool which is 22 hours a week, and comcast which will be 9.5 hours a week. i get to say i have three jobs. these are real numbers. i just finished making my schedule which i'll be adhering to for the next nine weeks after an hour of calling, and thinking, and more calling. and the shit part about it is that i'll be commuting to and from northgate, the u-dist, north seattle, and queen anne.
but what am i doing this for? so i can be a parallel to edward norton describing my own life someday? ick. no, thanks. this shouldn't be my life. i shouldn't be able to put it down into words like this. i want to be in a band.
my pasta turned out al dente. it usually never does.