why am I here?
I'm starting to go a little stir-crazy here in Eastport. I'm seriously jonesing on a trip somewhere to do something. The fact that I haven't done jack in a month is starting to take it's toll. The only thing I have to look forward to is skiing this weekend. A chance to embarrass myself yet again. Yet it is something, it's not here on this fucking island. I've tried to find a show somewhere in either Portland or Boston without any luck. I'd try Orono but I always hate who they show up there. Pointless. I guess at this point I'd be 'missing' school. But believe it or not I don't miss Orono at all, and at times the fact that I'm trying to go back there sickens me, and only highlights my failures which I feel everyday here in town. This is not what I wanted to do, where I wanted to be, but who gets what they want? Everyday I see everything I learned being wasted, I can only apply it in an almost parlor trick situation, not any practical purpose. Don't get me wrong, the bank is challenging. Yet it's not at the same time. What am I talking about? I don't really know, I just know that I'm in a pissy mood and I hate that.
Rob
Rob