when is it i get a break?
So yeah, this thanksgiving has gone down int he record books as attrocious. Wed. night i went and skated the lake forrest park. It was fun, it helped me not think about my job situation with perhaps having to find a new one.
Thursday I woke up late and just kinda lounged around, I knew that no one would hang out really so I stayed in my pajamas. Got up and got on my room mates computer and such and just looked around online for shit to entertain myself with. THen my other room mate hits me with news that I have to situate a new living situatino because he is moving out. GREAT! he didn't know anything about my job situatino and how it was already stressing me out. But here's the kicker, he leaves to his mother's house and less than 5min later I get a call from a crying Antone. Jacky B kicked the bucket that morning. That really didn't effect me till an hour later.
I found myself crying in my room not knowing what the fuck was happening to my life, it was falling apart. Or so it seemed, I felt so helpless Jack was dead. Memories flooded my mind with him involved and knowing that nothing more could or would happen between the two of us. And not being able to make it to the services was killing me even more. I just continued to read after I was able to control a bit more of my emotions and such and didn't do my moving at all. I cut all my hair off to a short 3/4" long and just said an early good night.
Next day I woke up bright and early and went out searching for a new job and have some promising ventures at hand. Just have to keep on them, already I wasn't thinking it would be so bad. I had to take care of everything systematically. Thats the way I'm still having to deal with everything as well.
Saturday came around and I wasn't feeling SO bad, went skating until I got rained out with my room mate gershon then came home and we ended up watching movies till 2 in the morning. I went to bed and called it a night.
Sunday I stayed home, didn't leave the house at all. Just kinda chilled till later taht night when Steph gave me a call and asked me to come with her to Native Foods. I didn't want to spend any money and had realized I really had eaten in the last 4 days what I usually eat in an 1/8 of a normal day. So I agreed and went to dinner with them. Came home and finished Ishamel and moved onto the Sexual Politics of Meat.
Now my quest for a new place to live is on, trying the internet and looking for new places here and there in whatever means I can find. I was introduced toa friend of Gershon's on saturday night and he wanted to move to OC. The thing is it seems like I almost have to use the "getting other people stoked on a place" type of deal more as a second plan rather than a primary plan to put forth alot of effort in. But I know i have friends, and as long as I can keep getting to work on time I can save my money.
So all in all this is round II on thanksgiving, and i say fuck the whole holiday. That and x-mas, who wants to celebrate the raping of natives then teh birth of some dumb hippy with an ego? Not I for one...
But on wards and up wards, thats all I can do to keep sane and such and keep going with positive thoughts each and everyday and make changes for a better tomorrow. If those who fear tomorrow were to take over this world, we would all be scared little children in our rooms scurrying away from the sunlight at the sunrise of each and everyday.
xveganx
Thursday I woke up late and just kinda lounged around, I knew that no one would hang out really so I stayed in my pajamas. Got up and got on my room mates computer and such and just looked around online for shit to entertain myself with. THen my other room mate hits me with news that I have to situate a new living situatino because he is moving out. GREAT! he didn't know anything about my job situatino and how it was already stressing me out. But here's the kicker, he leaves to his mother's house and less than 5min later I get a call from a crying Antone. Jacky B kicked the bucket that morning. That really didn't effect me till an hour later.
I found myself crying in my room not knowing what the fuck was happening to my life, it was falling apart. Or so it seemed, I felt so helpless Jack was dead. Memories flooded my mind with him involved and knowing that nothing more could or would happen between the two of us. And not being able to make it to the services was killing me even more. I just continued to read after I was able to control a bit more of my emotions and such and didn't do my moving at all. I cut all my hair off to a short 3/4" long and just said an early good night.
Next day I woke up bright and early and went out searching for a new job and have some promising ventures at hand. Just have to keep on them, already I wasn't thinking it would be so bad. I had to take care of everything systematically. Thats the way I'm still having to deal with everything as well.
Saturday came around and I wasn't feeling SO bad, went skating until I got rained out with my room mate gershon then came home and we ended up watching movies till 2 in the morning. I went to bed and called it a night.
Sunday I stayed home, didn't leave the house at all. Just kinda chilled till later taht night when Steph gave me a call and asked me to come with her to Native Foods. I didn't want to spend any money and had realized I really had eaten in the last 4 days what I usually eat in an 1/8 of a normal day. So I agreed and went to dinner with them. Came home and finished Ishamel and moved onto the Sexual Politics of Meat.
Now my quest for a new place to live is on, trying the internet and looking for new places here and there in whatever means I can find. I was introduced toa friend of Gershon's on saturday night and he wanted to move to OC. The thing is it seems like I almost have to use the "getting other people stoked on a place" type of deal more as a second plan rather than a primary plan to put forth alot of effort in. But I know i have friends, and as long as I can keep getting to work on time I can save my money.
So all in all this is round II on thanksgiving, and i say fuck the whole holiday. That and x-mas, who wants to celebrate the raping of natives then teh birth of some dumb hippy with an ego? Not I for one...
But on wards and up wards, thats all I can do to keep sane and such and keep going with positive thoughts each and everyday and make changes for a better tomorrow. If those who fear tomorrow were to take over this world, we would all be scared little children in our rooms scurrying away from the sunlight at the sunrise of each and everyday.
xveganx