whats so amazing about really deep thoughts?
Ha. I havent heard that song in ages but for some reason it is stuck in me head.
So here I am in Palm Harbor, Sunshine State. I have pretty mixed feelings.
Well, thats not entirely true. It's more the fact that moving a thousand miles away is kind of a huge adjustment, and it doesn't happen overnight. In a month or two, hopefully I'll be settled into my own appartment, I'll have met some people, I'll be making good money (looks like I'm going to be working for this engineering firm, I get to drive around and scope shit out for them & stuff, mildly interesting, good $$).
I'm bored as fuck right now, though. The weather is gorgeous. It's january, and it's like 75 or 80 and sunny today. Palm trees fluttering in the breeze, all that good shit. Margaritas by the pool. And thank GOD for weed. It was a rough few days there when I couldn't find it..... But my days have kind of been running into each other, and it's been a little over a week at my dad's house. I'm not a huge fan of that, either.
We get along, and it's a very nice house. It's not like they bother me.
I just miss my independence - coming home to MY room in MY house where I pay rent, where I can invite over whoever I want, make noise at 3am, have a party, smoke a blunt in the living room, leave my alcohol on the kitchen counter.....
More than that, I miss coming downstairs everyday and seeing Nick, and Todd, and whoever else might be there. And all the blunts. And the bullshitting. And even the fucking guitar hero. And the movies we'd seen at least 10 times each. The comfortability, the friendship, the fun.
I know I still have my friends, I'm just a long way away.
But I like change. Change is good. This is a good intermission for me. I'm taking a little time to sort out my shit, get on my own two feet. Get away from everything that reminded me of Chris. I've been really wanting to write lately, really itching to get my thoughts out of my skull....well I've actually been writing alotALOT over the past few months. I have about two hundred pages which, after a lot of rewriting and editing and such, will eventually become a book.
But I need my computer.
Which I stupidly left on the counter in New Jersey as I got in the car to drive to Florida.
Whatever. Vickys going to ship it down today or tomorrow, she said.
Its good hearing from friends, so call me when you're bored, guys. I got a little bit upset last night because I've been trying for the past week and a half to keep in touch, really just to hear from my friends. And someone who's had no time to ever call me back, or say hi, or reply to "hey how are you" texts snapped at me over something really dumb. Sorry if I'm such a pain in your ass. Maybe I was trying to be friendly and see how you've been, maybe I miss home & my friends, maybe you took the most insignificant thing out of the whole issue and made it the only part you responded to, and all you've had to say to me in a week and a half was to snap at me over it.
But anyway. I heard a truly hilarious story last night about drunk sluttage on the Path train out of the city. Vicky and Bill, I love you. The video was priceless. The fact that upon reaching Journal Square, the dumbass got back on the train to the city.....too perfect for words.
I don't even know what I'm doing right now. I'm starting to ramble and just go on and on because, honestly, I have shit to do here. I can go stare at the tv. Not that entertaining. I don't even know where the family is today, I woke up late and they've been MIA since. I could smoke, but this weed has become my precious stash, lol. I'll probably end up doing that anyway.
Oh - the other job I'm hoping to get. It's a little gay, but I'm really excited about it. Busch Gardens has all kinds of jazz & swing dance shows in their little cafes & shit, and they are in need of dancers. Auditions wednesday after next. It's $14/hr, but more than that, it would be fun as hell. And I'd meet some people. Maybe they'd be queer, but can I really say that I'm not?
Short term goals: money. appartment. writing. dance classes. painting/drawing. hobbies i want to take up: cooking & weed gardening (i'm excited about that one). once i have my own place, I'm getting a puppy, and my pet octopus. Although I need to buy another aquarium now, todd cracked the one korinne & brian gave me when he was helping me pack my car.... =( sadness.
alex dellatorre is coming up to visit this weekend...as in the one in like 5 days....YAY.
OK. I'm bored, and gay, and definitely rambling.
Call me guys, I miss you.
love
audrey
So here I am in Palm Harbor, Sunshine State. I have pretty mixed feelings.
Well, thats not entirely true. It's more the fact that moving a thousand miles away is kind of a huge adjustment, and it doesn't happen overnight. In a month or two, hopefully I'll be settled into my own appartment, I'll have met some people, I'll be making good money (looks like I'm going to be working for this engineering firm, I get to drive around and scope shit out for them & stuff, mildly interesting, good $$).
I'm bored as fuck right now, though. The weather is gorgeous. It's january, and it's like 75 or 80 and sunny today. Palm trees fluttering in the breeze, all that good shit. Margaritas by the pool. And thank GOD for weed. It was a rough few days there when I couldn't find it..... But my days have kind of been running into each other, and it's been a little over a week at my dad's house. I'm not a huge fan of that, either.
We get along, and it's a very nice house. It's not like they bother me.
I just miss my independence - coming home to MY room in MY house where I pay rent, where I can invite over whoever I want, make noise at 3am, have a party, smoke a blunt in the living room, leave my alcohol on the kitchen counter.....
More than that, I miss coming downstairs everyday and seeing Nick, and Todd, and whoever else might be there. And all the blunts. And the bullshitting. And even the fucking guitar hero. And the movies we'd seen at least 10 times each. The comfortability, the friendship, the fun.
I know I still have my friends, I'm just a long way away.
But I like change. Change is good. This is a good intermission for me. I'm taking a little time to sort out my shit, get on my own two feet. Get away from everything that reminded me of Chris. I've been really wanting to write lately, really itching to get my thoughts out of my skull....well I've actually been writing alotALOT over the past few months. I have about two hundred pages which, after a lot of rewriting and editing and such, will eventually become a book.
But I need my computer.
Which I stupidly left on the counter in New Jersey as I got in the car to drive to Florida.
Whatever. Vickys going to ship it down today or tomorrow, she said.
Its good hearing from friends, so call me when you're bored, guys. I got a little bit upset last night because I've been trying for the past week and a half to keep in touch, really just to hear from my friends. And someone who's had no time to ever call me back, or say hi, or reply to "hey how are you" texts snapped at me over something really dumb. Sorry if I'm such a pain in your ass. Maybe I was trying to be friendly and see how you've been, maybe I miss home & my friends, maybe you took the most insignificant thing out of the whole issue and made it the only part you responded to, and all you've had to say to me in a week and a half was to snap at me over it.
But anyway. I heard a truly hilarious story last night about drunk sluttage on the Path train out of the city. Vicky and Bill, I love you. The video was priceless. The fact that upon reaching Journal Square, the dumbass got back on the train to the city.....too perfect for words.
I don't even know what I'm doing right now. I'm starting to ramble and just go on and on because, honestly, I have shit to do here. I can go stare at the tv. Not that entertaining. I don't even know where the family is today, I woke up late and they've been MIA since. I could smoke, but this weed has become my precious stash, lol. I'll probably end up doing that anyway.
Oh - the other job I'm hoping to get. It's a little gay, but I'm really excited about it. Busch Gardens has all kinds of jazz & swing dance shows in their little cafes & shit, and they are in need of dancers. Auditions wednesday after next. It's $14/hr, but more than that, it would be fun as hell. And I'd meet some people. Maybe they'd be queer, but can I really say that I'm not?
Short term goals: money. appartment. writing. dance classes. painting/drawing. hobbies i want to take up: cooking & weed gardening (i'm excited about that one). once i have my own place, I'm getting a puppy, and my pet octopus. Although I need to buy another aquarium now, todd cracked the one korinne & brian gave me when he was helping me pack my car.... =( sadness.
alex dellatorre is coming up to visit this weekend...as in the one in like 5 days....YAY.
OK. I'm bored, and gay, and definitely rambling.
Call me guys, I miss you.
love
audrey