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Here I am...graduated, have an MA on its way, and am not really proudly "semi-promoted" at work. they moved me up to the pro desk, which means that I get to deal with asshole customers and work a set schedule that I dont want to work. 7am? wtf?
The last few days of chuckvegas have been depressing. The town is empty and my surreal existence here has come to an end. I really wish that I could move my group of friends here to the "real world" that involves a small town, such as this, on a beach where theres no winter and we can all go to school for the rest of our lives, or even just teach it.
We went canoeing on friday, which was a shitload of fun. I realized that drinking down the river is truly good times.
Matt left--the house is almost empty. Biddle is on vacation and here I am...miserable that I will no longer have friends 10 feet away and bars where I maintain "regular" status in chicago.
I think moving out (which will happen at the end of may) will be relatively easy, considering last year, which sucked. Im giving away most of my furniture to friends who will either be moving into houses or moving into single apts. My beloved coffee table, with the words of the prophets written on it, is going to jenny, with my tacky furniture being sucked up by bb and kate.
Its a beautiful day out. I want to stay. But I cant.
grr. change sucks.
The last few days of chuckvegas have been depressing. The town is empty and my surreal existence here has come to an end. I really wish that I could move my group of friends here to the "real world" that involves a small town, such as this, on a beach where theres no winter and we can all go to school for the rest of our lives, or even just teach it.
We went canoeing on friday, which was a shitload of fun. I realized that drinking down the river is truly good times.
Matt left--the house is almost empty. Biddle is on vacation and here I am...miserable that I will no longer have friends 10 feet away and bars where I maintain "regular" status in chicago.
I think moving out (which will happen at the end of may) will be relatively easy, considering last year, which sucked. Im giving away most of my furniture to friends who will either be moving into houses or moving into single apts. My beloved coffee table, with the words of the prophets written on it, is going to jenny, with my tacky furniture being sucked up by bb and kate.
Its a beautiful day out. I want to stay. But I cant.
grr. change sucks.