An update on life...
So I've had little motivation to do much of anything lately hence the reason I haven't written in this thing. I am slowly emerging from a dark depression that has encompassed me for the past two years. I have drastically reduced my alcohol and pot consumption which has done wonders for my mood and overall wellbeing. I have once again starting to feel the spark of life return to me. Looks like this has been the most successful sober binge yet.
The Rehab pool season has come to a close. I had a great time and met a lot of great people, but I'm relatively unsatisified with the relationships I've made out at the pool. I didn't emerge with any great connections, but perhaps subconsciously I determined these people were not worth my time. I know it's an unfair write off, but I am utterly disgusted by the fickle superificiality of that environment. The TV show is a parade of everything that's wrong with this town. You ever look into someone eyes and there's no soul? That's the nature of the nightlife-lifestyle. You can club hop every god damn day of your life, but it will never breathe life into you. There's nothing wrong with partying, but a life and lifestyle revolving around the Vegas club scene is a sure way to pollute a potential mind and rid oneself of any substance.
I have come to see many friends in a new light lately. I am coming to understand other people's humanity a bit more. I look all around me, and I see how people are hurting. I wish I could help them, but dammit I'm helping myself. I moved in with Abe and Carmel about 2 months ago. Living in this house has given me a whole new perspective of what it means to be close with others. It's also given me the opportunity to deal with shit that I've never had to deal with before, for that I am eternally grateful. I don't know where my next house will be, but it will be soon. My days in this place are numbered.
I am almost done with my 5 year at UNLV, college is over finally. Though I think I am a great mind, I don't have any desire to go to grad school. In light of my current situation in which I am well taken care of and comfortable I'm not sure I see any serious immaterial benefit to graduate school. Perhaps, I'll have a change of heart later. I almost feel guilty for not wanting to go, but nobody is pushing me. I'll have a wonderful bachelors in psychology after I complete these two classes I'm apathetic about. In spite of this, tentatively I plan to continue working at Mr. Luckys at the Hard Rock as a food server. I hope to also get a job with the Marijuana Policy Project, because fighting drug prohibition is my life's mission. I don't know what I'll do if I don't get myself more involved in the movement. I'll be disappointed I suppose, but it's all my choice no matter how difficult.
I have a month off work, I am thinking about going to Hawaii or somewhere on the east coast. I've got money to blow, time to waste, and an insatiable sense of curiousity so fuck it off I venture into the world. The other day at Fresh 'N Easy I saw a whip cream can filled with pancake mix called a "Batter Blaster" that has been a running joke these past few days. I hope I never wake up with the amount of puke in my toilet as there was the other day. Oh the joys of roommates.
The Rehab pool season has come to a close. I had a great time and met a lot of great people, but I'm relatively unsatisified with the relationships I've made out at the pool. I didn't emerge with any great connections, but perhaps subconsciously I determined these people were not worth my time. I know it's an unfair write off, but I am utterly disgusted by the fickle superificiality of that environment. The TV show is a parade of everything that's wrong with this town. You ever look into someone eyes and there's no soul? That's the nature of the nightlife-lifestyle. You can club hop every god damn day of your life, but it will never breathe life into you. There's nothing wrong with partying, but a life and lifestyle revolving around the Vegas club scene is a sure way to pollute a potential mind and rid oneself of any substance.
I have come to see many friends in a new light lately. I am coming to understand other people's humanity a bit more. I look all around me, and I see how people are hurting. I wish I could help them, but dammit I'm helping myself. I moved in with Abe and Carmel about 2 months ago. Living in this house has given me a whole new perspective of what it means to be close with others. It's also given me the opportunity to deal with shit that I've never had to deal with before, for that I am eternally grateful. I don't know where my next house will be, but it will be soon. My days in this place are numbered.
I am almost done with my 5 year at UNLV, college is over finally. Though I think I am a great mind, I don't have any desire to go to grad school. In light of my current situation in which I am well taken care of and comfortable I'm not sure I see any serious immaterial benefit to graduate school. Perhaps, I'll have a change of heart later. I almost feel guilty for not wanting to go, but nobody is pushing me. I'll have a wonderful bachelors in psychology after I complete these two classes I'm apathetic about. In spite of this, tentatively I plan to continue working at Mr. Luckys at the Hard Rock as a food server. I hope to also get a job with the Marijuana Policy Project, because fighting drug prohibition is my life's mission. I don't know what I'll do if I don't get myself more involved in the movement. I'll be disappointed I suppose, but it's all my choice no matter how difficult.
I have a month off work, I am thinking about going to Hawaii or somewhere on the east coast. I've got money to blow, time to waste, and an insatiable sense of curiousity so fuck it off I venture into the world. The other day at Fresh 'N Easy I saw a whip cream can filled with pancake mix called a "Batter Blaster" that has been a running joke these past few days. I hope I never wake up with the amount of puke in my toilet as there was the other day. Oh the joys of roommates.