Ten bucks says you won't read this entry because it's too long and whiny
I'm sitting on my friend's couch in Orange County watching Adult Swim wondering if the imprint from my ass will ever leave these cushions. Dan somehow managed to convince me that we'd be playing in the sun and partying hard all summer, pretty much the exact opposite has happened. As soon as he got down here he started two jobs and abandoned me in the very pedestrian unfriendly world that is Southern California.
I've done nothing but sit on the couch in his family room watching TV and (most sadly) playing World of Warcraft. I'm fairly certain that I drank and smoked more often during finals week than I have this summer. All I've managed to do aside from getting my troll shaman to level 38 is slowly turn his family's smiling hospitality into barely concealed annoyance that for some reason, their son's freeloading friend is still here. As for the big plans for heading out to Burning Man with Dan, he of course has let me down again. His recently acquired jobs means he has no time to take off, so we'll be getting there a day late, and leaving a day early. Fuck. That. Noise. We leave in a week, and I can barely get him to talk about it, let alone help me prepare for it.
But the big big stuff happened today. Big changes. Months ago my friend insisted that we get an apartment together in Tacoma while she got her MA for teaching. With no better ideas at the time I agreed even though I was beginning to get tired of Tacoma. After dodging my phone calls for a month about housing she finally got the balls to call me back and inform me that she has already signed a lease with somebody else. Pretty much the most powerfully uncool thing anybody has ever done to me. This summer has distilled the lessons that I tried to resist from my four years of liberal arts education: girls are evil and unpredictably insane, and no friend can be counted on to keep their word. All of this has led to a slight change in plans.
I'm moving to New York.
I'm tired of getting fucked over by friends in Tacoma so I figure I'll move to a place where people are known for being callous and uncaring. My big sis lives there so I'll crash on her couch until I can find a studio or a one bedroom. I'm gonna try it out for at least six months and see how I feel. I've been told that everyone should live in New York for at least some part of their lives and now is as good a time as any. I'm slightly worried that my only New York experience was a visit to the Bronx zoo, but as Chairman Mao says "Learn to swim by swimming."
If anybody has been reading this long (most doubtful) and has any info about New York, I'm all ears. Any good websites for finding housing or jobs would be awesome. Or if you know of a job or an apartment that is currently open jest lemme know.
What a long lame trip it's been. We'll see how it goes from here.
I've done nothing but sit on the couch in his family room watching TV and (most sadly) playing World of Warcraft. I'm fairly certain that I drank and smoked more often during finals week than I have this summer. All I've managed to do aside from getting my troll shaman to level 38 is slowly turn his family's smiling hospitality into barely concealed annoyance that for some reason, their son's freeloading friend is still here. As for the big plans for heading out to Burning Man with Dan, he of course has let me down again. His recently acquired jobs means he has no time to take off, so we'll be getting there a day late, and leaving a day early. Fuck. That. Noise. We leave in a week, and I can barely get him to talk about it, let alone help me prepare for it.
But the big big stuff happened today. Big changes. Months ago my friend insisted that we get an apartment together in Tacoma while she got her MA for teaching. With no better ideas at the time I agreed even though I was beginning to get tired of Tacoma. After dodging my phone calls for a month about housing she finally got the balls to call me back and inform me that she has already signed a lease with somebody else. Pretty much the most powerfully uncool thing anybody has ever done to me. This summer has distilled the lessons that I tried to resist from my four years of liberal arts education: girls are evil and unpredictably insane, and no friend can be counted on to keep their word. All of this has led to a slight change in plans.
I'm moving to New York.
I'm tired of getting fucked over by friends in Tacoma so I figure I'll move to a place where people are known for being callous and uncaring. My big sis lives there so I'll crash on her couch until I can find a studio or a one bedroom. I'm gonna try it out for at least six months and see how I feel. I've been told that everyone should live in New York for at least some part of their lives and now is as good a time as any. I'm slightly worried that my only New York experience was a visit to the Bronx zoo, but as Chairman Mao says "Learn to swim by swimming."
If anybody has been reading this long (most doubtful) and has any info about New York, I'm all ears. Any good websites for finding housing or jobs would be awesome. Or if you know of a job or an apartment that is currently open jest lemme know.
What a long lame trip it's been. We'll see how it goes from here.