"Oh, this mortal coil. What a pain in the ass."
I am absolutely sick and tired of working.
I mean, seriously, haven't we all learned our lesson? Don't we get that working day in and day out supporting a dying system full of flaws and heartache is just not satisfying on an individual as well as a collective level?
Bah. I'm disgruntled. I'm so tired. Exhausted, even. I have never wanted to be able to focus on school more than I do right now. Ever since I started school as a wee boy I wanted to be out. Daydreaming out the window and endlessly prattling on during class were my forte. Now I finally understand what I'm working towards. All I want to do is write. I'm finally owning up to my ability to write and my control over the English language. Unfortunately the world is a cruel bitch goddess with a chip on her shoulder and in order to be in school I need to be making money to pay tuition bills. Sadly, the job I have will not allow me to work less than 5 days a week.
Therefore, all of my time is split up between working a job that pisses me off at every corner and eats my soul little by little and being in class where I stress about the workload that I don't feel I'm able to handle due to my lack of time.
Vicious cycles, man.
On the plus side I managed to get a few moments of joy in my life in the past week or so.
The other day I picked up Erik from the Paterson train station. After hearing him share stories about an ex-con bum who (sort of) threatened to murder him and his accidental winning of a thousand ski ball prize tickets we went to William Paterson.
We walked around the campus for a bit. It's funny how different it felt. The campus has changed, granted, but I didn't realize how much it had until Erik was there. Many of my memories of being there involve the walks we would take at all times of the day and night. It was funny to see how different things had gotten there.
We met up with Chris for some pumpkin spice lattes and then, through some wonderful chance, wound up going to Hooters where Andrea Corbo and some of her friends were. We partook in a round of trivia where we bombed pretty terribly. I attribute that fact to our team name: "Our Team Name is Sexier Than Yours"
Jimmy Narin showed up and we all ate wings and got answers wrong until Erik and I had to hit the road. Trekking South a bit, we met up with Eddie and Allie at Eddie's new basement place. We blooped, watched Glee and ate some yucca.
Following that adventure we made it to Leacy's house, located a block away from my home, and spent the remainder of the evening watching Drawn Together and Futurama before passing out.
Eddie and I also had a bit of fun last night when we went to my co-worker Josh's place and vegged out for a few hours. Chatting about art and Mr. T and watching some crazy videos. Eddie and I also decided to eat more food than we should have, but what else is new?
I hate that it's 1:27 as I write this and I have to wake up in about 7 hours for work. Sunday work is the worst. It's slow and painstakingly boring. The plus is that I can get some schoolwork done, but I have such an incredibly difficult time focusing in that place. It stifles my inspiration and makes my brain feel lazy and useless. Bad vibes, man.
I feel so great about life in general but I dislike the stupid pattern that I'm in right now. I also hate that I'm literally stuck for the time being. Nothing I can do about it. Venting on this little guy did help, though.
I'm in love with Glee. The new Family Guy also had me pissing myself.
On a more educated level I read Ishmael last week at the request of Jimmy and I was floored by it. A lot was stuff I had read/heard/thought previously but articulated in such a concise way that I would recommend it to anyone with even the slightest inkling of curiosity about the subject matter.
I also made friends on campus. By chance, kind of. I was waiting for Jimmy to get out of his class so we could meet up for our after-class chat. I saw a cute guy and uncharacteristically sat on a nearby bench to have a cigarette and possibly strike up a conversation. As luck would have it I wound up overhearing a completely different group of people engaged in a conversation about gay things. Feeling ballsy, I abandoned cute bench guy and approached the group. They welcomed me in and we all laughed, smoked cigarettes and waxed philosophical for an hour or so. The following week was a shorter repeat of the same, due to the cold weather. I look forward to seeing them weekly.
I mean, seriously, haven't we all learned our lesson? Don't we get that working day in and day out supporting a dying system full of flaws and heartache is just not satisfying on an individual as well as a collective level?
Bah. I'm disgruntled. I'm so tired. Exhausted, even. I have never wanted to be able to focus on school more than I do right now. Ever since I started school as a wee boy I wanted to be out. Daydreaming out the window and endlessly prattling on during class were my forte. Now I finally understand what I'm working towards. All I want to do is write. I'm finally owning up to my ability to write and my control over the English language. Unfortunately the world is a cruel bitch goddess with a chip on her shoulder and in order to be in school I need to be making money to pay tuition bills. Sadly, the job I have will not allow me to work less than 5 days a week.
Therefore, all of my time is split up between working a job that pisses me off at every corner and eats my soul little by little and being in class where I stress about the workload that I don't feel I'm able to handle due to my lack of time.
Vicious cycles, man.
On the plus side I managed to get a few moments of joy in my life in the past week or so.
The other day I picked up Erik from the Paterson train station. After hearing him share stories about an ex-con bum who (sort of) threatened to murder him and his accidental winning of a thousand ski ball prize tickets we went to William Paterson.
We walked around the campus for a bit. It's funny how different it felt. The campus has changed, granted, but I didn't realize how much it had until Erik was there. Many of my memories of being there involve the walks we would take at all times of the day and night. It was funny to see how different things had gotten there.
We met up with Chris for some pumpkin spice lattes and then, through some wonderful chance, wound up going to Hooters where Andrea Corbo and some of her friends were. We partook in a round of trivia where we bombed pretty terribly. I attribute that fact to our team name: "Our Team Name is Sexier Than Yours"
Jimmy Narin showed up and we all ate wings and got answers wrong until Erik and I had to hit the road. Trekking South a bit, we met up with Eddie and Allie at Eddie's new basement place. We blooped, watched Glee and ate some yucca.
Following that adventure we made it to Leacy's house, located a block away from my home, and spent the remainder of the evening watching Drawn Together and Futurama before passing out.
Eddie and I also had a bit of fun last night when we went to my co-worker Josh's place and vegged out for a few hours. Chatting about art and Mr. T and watching some crazy videos. Eddie and I also decided to eat more food than we should have, but what else is new?
I hate that it's 1:27 as I write this and I have to wake up in about 7 hours for work. Sunday work is the worst. It's slow and painstakingly boring. The plus is that I can get some schoolwork done, but I have such an incredibly difficult time focusing in that place. It stifles my inspiration and makes my brain feel lazy and useless. Bad vibes, man.
I feel so great about life in general but I dislike the stupid pattern that I'm in right now. I also hate that I'm literally stuck for the time being. Nothing I can do about it. Venting on this little guy did help, though.
I'm in love with Glee. The new Family Guy also had me pissing myself.
On a more educated level I read Ishmael last week at the request of Jimmy and I was floored by it. A lot was stuff I had read/heard/thought previously but articulated in such a concise way that I would recommend it to anyone with even the slightest inkling of curiosity about the subject matter.
I also made friends on campus. By chance, kind of. I was waiting for Jimmy to get out of his class so we could meet up for our after-class chat. I saw a cute guy and uncharacteristically sat on a nearby bench to have a cigarette and possibly strike up a conversation. As luck would have it I wound up overhearing a completely different group of people engaged in a conversation about gay things. Feeling ballsy, I abandoned cute bench guy and approached the group. They welcomed me in and we all laughed, smoked cigarettes and waxed philosophical for an hour or so. The following week was a shorter repeat of the same, due to the cold weather. I look forward to seeing them weekly.