to the dark punk rock clubs of one thousand american towns
I haven't posted since October. I used to really like having a journal--and I still do. It's nice/horrifying to look back at old entries and see what was happening in your life and the person that you were. People often think they haven't changed at all, but these records help us see that slowly but surely, we are growing and changing every day.
I guess my point is just that I'm lazy now, and that nothing really interesting happens in my life. I clean the house. I go to work. I drink some beer. I pet the cat. And then I sleep. Aaaargh. How did I ever make like, 7 posts a day? What the fuck do I have to talk about?!?!
I smashed my finger in a cart yesterday at work. It hurts to type. I'm pretty sure the only reason I'm writing this is because I know I should be doing homework right now, and I enjoy the procrastination.
It's less than a month until my 21st birthday, which is actually kind of mindblowingly depressing. I knew this day would come, but it's always seemed like a far off dream, and now that it's at my doorstep...I kind of don't want it. I don't feel like growing up. I'm disappointed I never went to college and I'm not ready to start my life. My boyfriend is so much older than I am and he's obviously wanting to get married and have kids and it kind of tweaks me out. It's like...I'm not ready for anything!!
But I guess that's life. We can prepare ourselves for years, and when we get there, we're going to realize that all that preparation was for nothing anyway. The only way to really live is just to dive in!
Soooo...what's new elsewhere? :)
(PS, I got a new dog a few months ago. Her name is Misty and she's a greyhound and she's so cute but she's still terrified of me. Le sigh.)
(PPS, I went to go see Jack's Mannequin on Feb. 23rd with Adam at the House of Blues. It was our first concert together. Vicious, shoulder-biting 13 year old girls aside, it was a pretty bitchin show and I would like to repeat the experience muchso.)
I guess my point is just that I'm lazy now, and that nothing really interesting happens in my life. I clean the house. I go to work. I drink some beer. I pet the cat. And then I sleep. Aaaargh. How did I ever make like, 7 posts a day? What the fuck do I have to talk about?!?!
I smashed my finger in a cart yesterday at work. It hurts to type. I'm pretty sure the only reason I'm writing this is because I know I should be doing homework right now, and I enjoy the procrastination.
It's less than a month until my 21st birthday, which is actually kind of mindblowingly depressing. I knew this day would come, but it's always seemed like a far off dream, and now that it's at my doorstep...I kind of don't want it. I don't feel like growing up. I'm disappointed I never went to college and I'm not ready to start my life. My boyfriend is so much older than I am and he's obviously wanting to get married and have kids and it kind of tweaks me out. It's like...I'm not ready for anything!!
But I guess that's life. We can prepare ourselves for years, and when we get there, we're going to realize that all that preparation was for nothing anyway. The only way to really live is just to dive in!
Soooo...what's new elsewhere? :)
(PS, I got a new dog a few months ago. Her name is Misty and she's a greyhound and she's so cute but she's still terrified of me. Le sigh.)
(PPS, I went to go see Jack's Mannequin on Feb. 23rd with Adam at the House of Blues. It was our first concert together. Vicious, shoulder-biting 13 year old girls aside, it was a pretty bitchin show and I would like to repeat the experience muchso.)