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hm. i feel like journaling, but my real journal is all the way upstairs. livejournal can be reached from the comfort of this swivel chair i am sitting in. livejournal wins by way of convenience.
i am at my parents' house for the holidays, a long break this time. i am starting to relish my breaks here, where i can afford not to work and there is no one trying to get me to go downtown and drink alcohol. i do not enjoy drinking alcohol. well, okay, i do, but only ever so infrequently. it's a special occasion kind of thing. when will i reach an age where the people i want to hang out with don't want to drink three or four nights a week? or will i ever? getting drunk does not seem to be such a popular past time in other countries. or at least not in italy. what is fun about being drunk so often? it makes me feel awkward and embarrassed.
my goal while i am home is to make some art. i feel like it would be cathartic. it's been a stressful time lately. katie and i are not getting along so well. i had a tumultuous and emotionally-intense almost-relationship with this guy park. it didn't work out. school was tough. work was tough. i wrecked my car, totaling it. i am not getting another one. life came at me hard and fast all of a sudden and my head is still spinning. maybe if i make something out of all this energy in my head, it will clarify my thought process.
geez, speaking of energy, i don't seem to have any anymore. i have been sleeping so much since school ended. i feel tired all the time. yesterday, i slept 11 hours. last week, i got up at 9:30, went back to bed at 11 and didn't get up until four. am i fighting off some illness? am i just recovering from a semester that took more of a toll on me than i realized at the time? am i dying? who knows?! i should exercise, but now i have no car to drive myself to the gym, and i am NOT going running outside here. the temperature is in the teens. i guess i could do jumping jacks in the basement.
i am at my parents' house for the holidays, a long break this time. i am starting to relish my breaks here, where i can afford not to work and there is no one trying to get me to go downtown and drink alcohol. i do not enjoy drinking alcohol. well, okay, i do, but only ever so infrequently. it's a special occasion kind of thing. when will i reach an age where the people i want to hang out with don't want to drink three or four nights a week? or will i ever? getting drunk does not seem to be such a popular past time in other countries. or at least not in italy. what is fun about being drunk so often? it makes me feel awkward and embarrassed.
my goal while i am home is to make some art. i feel like it would be cathartic. it's been a stressful time lately. katie and i are not getting along so well. i had a tumultuous and emotionally-intense almost-relationship with this guy park. it didn't work out. school was tough. work was tough. i wrecked my car, totaling it. i am not getting another one. life came at me hard and fast all of a sudden and my head is still spinning. maybe if i make something out of all this energy in my head, it will clarify my thought process.
geez, speaking of energy, i don't seem to have any anymore. i have been sleeping so much since school ended. i feel tired all the time. yesterday, i slept 11 hours. last week, i got up at 9:30, went back to bed at 11 and didn't get up until four. am i fighting off some illness? am i just recovering from a semester that took more of a toll on me than i realized at the time? am i dying? who knows?! i should exercise, but now i have no car to drive myself to the gym, and i am NOT going running outside here. the temperature is in the teens. i guess i could do jumping jacks in the basement.