update shmupdate.
i've officially been the new apartment with Liz and Jen for nearly a month, and it's awesome blossom. we're all pretty much like guys, so there's no drama. it's really cozy and pseudo quirky, which is nice. spoiler alert - Jen's cat is nuts. it has like no short term memory and freaks out whenever it sees me or Liz. another spoiler alert - i'm still not sure what its name is. i just got it into my head that it's a female, so there's some progress.
downside? money. i thought when i was living with my parents i was broke. it turns out that there is a whole new level of brokedom i have never fully experienced. between food and gas and the bills i pay on top of my normal bills, i am lucky if i have $20 to my name at a given point. solution: get a new job. right? now surely you would imagine that someone in my financial standing with no degree in this stellar economy would have like 20 jobs throwing themselves at me, begging for me and my awesomeness to grace them with their presence from 9-5 everyday, but yeah, it's not exactly working out like that. mind boggling, i know. i've been looking for another job, mostly in banks at this point, but i've had no luck. i keep meaning to make the trek to Sheppard Pratt to ask for my old job back (hell, even temping would do at this point), but shit always seems to foil that, like random ice storms or working at Barnes and Noble at crazy hours. i'm starting to resort to Craigslist and Career Builder and all of that other online shit that i don't trust to yield any kind of results.
as much as it's all pissing me off, i need to just crack down and find something so i can throw in for rent. i HATE mooching off of people. everyday that i don't have a decent job i feel guilty, and i totally feel like Mary Brown, except instead of asking the entire student body at John Carroll for a quarter everyday, i'm taking like hundreds of dollars from my poor friends. i buy random shit for the apartment and try to clean almost nightly, but that's in no way equivalent to the $500 i need to be contributing every month.
ugh.
do you ever have one of those days where you wake up and it's like the start of a movie? you can almost hear the voiceover droning on about how you're addicted to nicotine and self-loathing while you wash your face, and it continues on to talk about how you work a low paying dead-end job because you made a stupid decision and dropped out of school because you lacked funds and motivation while you drive in silence on frigging 695.
but, unlike a movie, my life has no plot right now. i just work and come home; that's the extent of things. there will be no crazy climax (nothing foreseeable anyway), no new characters introduced to save me from whatever it is i'm rapidly falling into. i wouldn't call it a depression per say.....it's more like epic stagnation. and i'm just taking it up the ass. it's pathetic.
however, like a movie, my life has a decent soundtrack, so i guess that's something to be grateful for. i've been really into Ra Ra Riot every since i saw them open at the Andrew Bird show. they're like Vampire Weekend sans the hype (you know, like MTV condom commercials) and plus strings. i've been also giving Jaydiohead a chance. despite the general consensus (Liz), i like it....it's no Gray Album, but it will do. and of course, there is the Dark was the Night compilation that has been rocking my face off. i can't wait to get it on vinyl. or not, since i'm broke. one day.
over and out.
downside? money. i thought when i was living with my parents i was broke. it turns out that there is a whole new level of brokedom i have never fully experienced. between food and gas and the bills i pay on top of my normal bills, i am lucky if i have $20 to my name at a given point. solution: get a new job. right? now surely you would imagine that someone in my financial standing with no degree in this stellar economy would have like 20 jobs throwing themselves at me, begging for me and my awesomeness to grace them with their presence from 9-5 everyday, but yeah, it's not exactly working out like that. mind boggling, i know. i've been looking for another job, mostly in banks at this point, but i've had no luck. i keep meaning to make the trek to Sheppard Pratt to ask for my old job back (hell, even temping would do at this point), but shit always seems to foil that, like random ice storms or working at Barnes and Noble at crazy hours. i'm starting to resort to Craigslist and Career Builder and all of that other online shit that i don't trust to yield any kind of results.
as much as it's all pissing me off, i need to just crack down and find something so i can throw in for rent. i HATE mooching off of people. everyday that i don't have a decent job i feel guilty, and i totally feel like Mary Brown, except instead of asking the entire student body at John Carroll for a quarter everyday, i'm taking like hundreds of dollars from my poor friends. i buy random shit for the apartment and try to clean almost nightly, but that's in no way equivalent to the $500 i need to be contributing every month.
ugh.
do you ever have one of those days where you wake up and it's like the start of a movie? you can almost hear the voiceover droning on about how you're addicted to nicotine and self-loathing while you wash your face, and it continues on to talk about how you work a low paying dead-end job because you made a stupid decision and dropped out of school because you lacked funds and motivation while you drive in silence on frigging 695.
but, unlike a movie, my life has no plot right now. i just work and come home; that's the extent of things. there will be no crazy climax (nothing foreseeable anyway), no new characters introduced to save me from whatever it is i'm rapidly falling into. i wouldn't call it a depression per say.....it's more like epic stagnation. and i'm just taking it up the ass. it's pathetic.
however, like a movie, my life has a decent soundtrack, so i guess that's something to be grateful for. i've been really into Ra Ra Riot every since i saw them open at the Andrew Bird show. they're like Vampire Weekend sans the hype (you know, like MTV condom commercials) and plus strings. i've been also giving Jaydiohead a chance. despite the general consensus (Liz), i like it....it's no Gray Album, but it will do. and of course, there is the Dark was the Night compilation that has been rocking my face off. i can't wait to get it on vinyl. or not, since i'm broke. one day.
over and out.