Attack of the killer Blahs
Today I (in no particular order):
-Cleaned 2 bathrooms
-Tidied the house
-Cleaned random bits of said house
-Read a book (what now by ann patchett)
-Watched half of a movie
-Read the New York Times
-sat on my back porch drinking a microbrew beer and read a chapter of harry potter in spanish (y la orden del fenix)
-Watched the newest Doctor Who episode
-Played scrabble with my mom
-Was utterly, wretchedly lonely and bored
I need a job already. I have a part time job as a copy writer for my friend's start up company starting Tuesday and several job interviews lined up. Everything from teaching English in Korea to being a research assistant.
Living at home is fine in a way. The fridge is always overflowing with fresh food, there are always things like batteries, lightbulbs and toilet paper in the closet, I have a lovely room, my own bathroom, my own studio, there are homemade meals cooked everynight, a puppy to play with (ok, he's 16 but he'll always be my puppy) and wonderful parents who don't charge me rent.
The Downside:
There is nothing to do.
The library CLOSES ON SUNDAY.
Local cafes do not have soy milk. In order to loiter at a cafe I must drive to STARBUCKS. I only drink coffee black when I have to. Or budgeted my money and/or time poorly and have no more milk left in the fridge. Or I am desperate. I am not desperate for coffee, I am desperate to see people that are not my parents.
I have a total of one friend in an hour radius.
I am lonely.
I am lonely.
I am bored out of my mind.
My boyfriend is in California. I am visiting him Wednesday. He thinks I'm visiting in July. His mother and I have been plotting to give him a heart attack. I think it shall succeed.
I'm not even excited about it because it feels completely surreal. I can't wait to see him though. I miss him. It just seems like it's happening to someone else.
-Cleaned 2 bathrooms
-Tidied the house
-Cleaned random bits of said house
-Read a book (what now by ann patchett)
-Watched half of a movie
-Read the New York Times
-sat on my back porch drinking a microbrew beer and read a chapter of harry potter in spanish (y la orden del fenix)
-Watched the newest Doctor Who episode
-Played scrabble with my mom
-Was utterly, wretchedly lonely and bored
I need a job already. I have a part time job as a copy writer for my friend's start up company starting Tuesday and several job interviews lined up. Everything from teaching English in Korea to being a research assistant.
Living at home is fine in a way. The fridge is always overflowing with fresh food, there are always things like batteries, lightbulbs and toilet paper in the closet, I have a lovely room, my own bathroom, my own studio, there are homemade meals cooked everynight, a puppy to play with (ok, he's 16 but he'll always be my puppy) and wonderful parents who don't charge me rent.
The Downside:
There is nothing to do.
The library CLOSES ON SUNDAY.
Local cafes do not have soy milk. In order to loiter at a cafe I must drive to STARBUCKS. I only drink coffee black when I have to. Or budgeted my money and/or time poorly and have no more milk left in the fridge. Or I am desperate. I am not desperate for coffee, I am desperate to see people that are not my parents.
I have a total of one friend in an hour radius.
I am lonely.
I am lonely.
I am bored out of my mind.
My boyfriend is in California. I am visiting him Wednesday. He thinks I'm visiting in July. His mother and I have been plotting to give him a heart attack. I think it shall succeed.
I'm not even excited about it because it feels completely surreal. I can't wait to see him though. I miss him. It just seems like it's happening to someone else.