The world is ready for the one soul that encompasses me and you
38 More days.
38 more days until Summer is over? Yes, 38 more days until I return to the city which is mine. The city where anything is possible, the city where dreams come true, and reality hits you quite quickly. The city where much of my hopes lay. I miss you New York--I even miss Staten Island (Shaolin!).
Anyways, next semester should be promising, keyword should. Schedule is all in the morning, allowing me the afternoon to get my life together at the gym, and at the library or somewhere around Manhattan. So many things I'd like to do for some reason. Perhaps it is just because it has been almost 8 months since I was last in New York. Though I may or may not go to a concert on the 14th/15th at Webster Hall.
In keeping up with all things New York, I have gotten in a habit of reading the New York Times cover to cover, and if I don't get it that morning and have to read the Post instead (by all means, a fantastic paper), I just feel a little swindled. Oh well, such is life.
This summer honestly needs to be over. It has been a couple months of nothing near normalcy, not for any specific reason. Work I suppose has been normal, as has the gym. 6:30 to 3 is my shift at work, and then I'm at the gym with some friends until about 5:30. Interesting company, and it provides me with a little bit of relief to an otherwise somewhat stressed life. Shed off a couple more pounds. Weekends are spent arguing with the Mother, and pretty much avoiding her glares and prying eyes/fingers. I love her to death, but the home situation is beyond repair, definitely ready to move out.
As I said, work is okay. Defintely doing more than I did last year--more responsibility, and along with that, more consequence for my actions. The interns are cool though, and with Kevin in the building next to me, it isn't as bad as it could be.
So, 38 more days...and that pretty much means about 2.5 more pay periods, 2.5 more paychecks, and I'm out of here. Tends to be the way I think of things now; in pay periods. Because they go by quickly. And on the off chance that days aren't going by quickly? Philip Roth, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, and Vladmir Nabokov are my company. Along with The Roots, A Tribe Called Quest, and Common. And all other musical outlets, which are expanding as always due to the people in my life.
I long for the days where I can sit in Central Park underneath a tree with a good book, or laying in someone's lap. Much to look forward to, but as always, nothing for certain. But it is what I have to look forward to which drives me, it is what I thrive off of to get me through the day. It is knowing that what I'm going through has been shared by countless numbers of individuals, the same thoughts, the same feelings. And most of them made it out okay, right? So there shouldn't be any reason that it won't for me. Or so I hope.
38 More Days.
38 more days until Summer is over? Yes, 38 more days until I return to the city which is mine. The city where anything is possible, the city where dreams come true, and reality hits you quite quickly. The city where much of my hopes lay. I miss you New York--I even miss Staten Island (Shaolin!).
Anyways, next semester should be promising, keyword should. Schedule is all in the morning, allowing me the afternoon to get my life together at the gym, and at the library or somewhere around Manhattan. So many things I'd like to do for some reason. Perhaps it is just because it has been almost 8 months since I was last in New York. Though I may or may not go to a concert on the 14th/15th at Webster Hall.
In keeping up with all things New York, I have gotten in a habit of reading the New York Times cover to cover, and if I don't get it that morning and have to read the Post instead (by all means, a fantastic paper), I just feel a little swindled. Oh well, such is life.
This summer honestly needs to be over. It has been a couple months of nothing near normalcy, not for any specific reason. Work I suppose has been normal, as has the gym. 6:30 to 3 is my shift at work, and then I'm at the gym with some friends until about 5:30. Interesting company, and it provides me with a little bit of relief to an otherwise somewhat stressed life. Shed off a couple more pounds. Weekends are spent arguing with the Mother, and pretty much avoiding her glares and prying eyes/fingers. I love her to death, but the home situation is beyond repair, definitely ready to move out.
As I said, work is okay. Defintely doing more than I did last year--more responsibility, and along with that, more consequence for my actions. The interns are cool though, and with Kevin in the building next to me, it isn't as bad as it could be.
So, 38 more days...and that pretty much means about 2.5 more pay periods, 2.5 more paychecks, and I'm out of here. Tends to be the way I think of things now; in pay periods. Because they go by quickly. And on the off chance that days aren't going by quickly? Philip Roth, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, and Vladmir Nabokov are my company. Along with The Roots, A Tribe Called Quest, and Common. And all other musical outlets, which are expanding as always due to the people in my life.
I long for the days where I can sit in Central Park underneath a tree with a good book, or laying in someone's lap. Much to look forward to, but as always, nothing for certain. But it is what I have to look forward to which drives me, it is what I thrive off of to get me through the day. It is knowing that what I'm going through has been shared by countless numbers of individuals, the same thoughts, the same feelings. And most of them made it out okay, right? So there shouldn't be any reason that it won't for me. Or so I hope.
38 More Days.