Ahh.
I don't ever feel like posting in this anymore. i feel like if I don't have something interesting our thoughtful to say, it's not worth writing. I have a hard time believe anyone reads this and gives a shit what I'm doing day to day.
It's kind of ironic. When I'm in Maine and my life is interesting and I'm having a good time, I'm too busy enjoying everything to write here, and then when I'm in Nevada I'm bored and lonely, and who the fuck wants to read about that?
I was reflecting yesterday on some of my friends. A good example that came to mind was my Spring trip to go see Jess. I had crashed my car, and needed to take a bus just to get from Bangor to the Portland airport. I had no idea how I was going to pull it off since my flight took off in the morning and returned at night, airgo I'd need a place to stay on on both departure and return. Ray was glad to drop me off and pick me up from the Greyhound station, reluctantly accepting a "thank you" pack of smokes. Jona had no issue letting me crash at her place before my flight took off, only requesting I go to a party with her the night of, even though I hadn't seen her in over a year. On my trip back Adam was quick to let me sleep on his couch and give me a ride to the bus station, taking nothing more than a cup of coffee in the morning as appreciation, saying "You'd do it for me." I guess the point I'm trying to make here is that I have really great, great friends. Just none of them are here.
Ummm. Update, I suppose. If my job holds and all that, I'll have more than enough for next semester. Including car fix ups and other pain-in-the-ass expenses.
I've been going to the gym 4-5 days a week. This makes me happy because I feel more relaxed, even though I've stopped smoking pot and cigarettes. Pot because I can't get any, cigarettes because I feel sort of silly doing it. Not to mention my arms are getting bigger, which kind of helps a fellows self esteem out.
When I get back, I'll be virtually homeless. I was informed there would no longer be refunds given to people who moved off campus mid-semester. That was sort of the basis of my plan, and with it gone I decided the best course of actions were just pull out early, save my money, and pray I can find a place and roommate. I'm going to need to pull something out of my ass within the next month and a half.
Best wishes to all of you in LiveJournal land.
It's kind of ironic. When I'm in Maine and my life is interesting and I'm having a good time, I'm too busy enjoying everything to write here, and then when I'm in Nevada I'm bored and lonely, and who the fuck wants to read about that?
I was reflecting yesterday on some of my friends. A good example that came to mind was my Spring trip to go see Jess. I had crashed my car, and needed to take a bus just to get from Bangor to the Portland airport. I had no idea how I was going to pull it off since my flight took off in the morning and returned at night, airgo I'd need a place to stay on on both departure and return. Ray was glad to drop me off and pick me up from the Greyhound station, reluctantly accepting a "thank you" pack of smokes. Jona had no issue letting me crash at her place before my flight took off, only requesting I go to a party with her the night of, even though I hadn't seen her in over a year. On my trip back Adam was quick to let me sleep on his couch and give me a ride to the bus station, taking nothing more than a cup of coffee in the morning as appreciation, saying "You'd do it for me." I guess the point I'm trying to make here is that I have really great, great friends. Just none of them are here.
Ummm. Update, I suppose. If my job holds and all that, I'll have more than enough for next semester. Including car fix ups and other pain-in-the-ass expenses.
I've been going to the gym 4-5 days a week. This makes me happy because I feel more relaxed, even though I've stopped smoking pot and cigarettes. Pot because I can't get any, cigarettes because I feel sort of silly doing it. Not to mention my arms are getting bigger, which kind of helps a fellows self esteem out.
When I get back, I'll be virtually homeless. I was informed there would no longer be refunds given to people who moved off campus mid-semester. That was sort of the basis of my plan, and with it gone I decided the best course of actions were just pull out early, save my money, and pray I can find a place and roommate. I'm going to need to pull something out of my ass within the next month and a half.
Best wishes to all of you in LiveJournal land.