Merry Christmas
My mom just informed me that this will be a "token" Christmas. I really wasn't bothered by that as I'm just glad to be back in Austin. For the past few days I've felt lke my normal self again, and I'm exploiting it for all its worth because once I'm back in DC I doubt I will feel this relaxed. As hard as it will be to live there for the remainder of my lease, I'm going to do my best to try and enjoy the city and all its downfalls. Honestly, I may never have another chance to live in a crime ridden, hostile shit hole like DC ever again (crosses fingers and hopes to god).
My hatred of DC is only matched by my hatred of the people living in DC.
So once again it's time to pack up and move on. I applied for a research job (toxicology tech) in Wisconsin, not because I particularly want to live in Wisconsin, but because I' curious to see if I could get the position. My guess is no.
It's cold and rainy here in Austin, and I don't really have that much to say. In fact, since I've become happier, writing has been incredibly challenging. Apparently I'm only creative when miserable, which doesn't work for me at the moment. If I could just be miserable for an hour or so a day to get what little bit of writing done I needed to that would be swell. So far I've been unable to master the task.
We got my grandmother a 7 week old kitten for Christmas. I'm in love with her and might steal her. If it's tiny and fluffy, I have issues controlling myself, like many women.
I've been working on a project for the past few days I've been here that has required me to dig through all the crap I left behind for tools, muddle my way through Photoshop (which I havent used in years), and generally go bananas on several machines. I've had an office space moment about 87% of my stay, and if someone doesnt give me a baseball bat and an angry rap soundtrack to accompany it I may go insane. I'm actually thankful my storage unit was auctioned off due to non-payment because the amount of crap I've amassed in my short life is driving me up a wall. In fact, I'd like to toss most of my possessions at this point, but can't quite bring myself to doing it voluntarily.
My mom's house is driving me up a wall because she, like me, is the ultimate packrat. Every cabinet I open has shit that literally pours out of it, and earlier I broke a bottle of whiskey unintentionally by searching for wine glasses.
I'm tired and have to wake up early to cook, but for some reason can't seem to get to sleep. This effing project is haunting my every waking moment, and I actually dreamt I screwed the whole thing up last night. Fortunately, it's still intact and 96% finished. This is the point at which instead of going the extra mile, I decide to throw in the towel and wonder later why it didn't turn out as planned.
Scott got me an Ipod for Christmas and I'm thoroughly addicted to it. If there was a way to recharge it using my body's energy so that I was constantly listening to music, I would gladly have a power adapter implanted in my arm. I feel like an underpriviliged child that has been adopted by a rich family and can't imagine going without again. I must say this generation of Ipods is fantastically more reliable and user friendly than the first and second gens that crapped out on a whim every so often.
There are three things I miss about DC right now, and two of them aren't even in DC. Blah blah blah, blah blah. I'm out bitches. Merry merry merry!
My mom just informed me that this will be a "token" Christmas. I really wasn't bothered by that as I'm just glad to be back in Austin. For the past few days I've felt lke my normal self again, and I'm exploiting it for all its worth because once I'm back in DC I doubt I will feel this relaxed. As hard as it will be to live there for the remainder of my lease, I'm going to do my best to try and enjoy the city and all its downfalls. Honestly, I may never have another chance to live in a crime ridden, hostile shit hole like DC ever again (crosses fingers and hopes to god).
My hatred of DC is only matched by my hatred of the people living in DC.
So once again it's time to pack up and move on. I applied for a research job (toxicology tech) in Wisconsin, not because I particularly want to live in Wisconsin, but because I' curious to see if I could get the position. My guess is no.
It's cold and rainy here in Austin, and I don't really have that much to say. In fact, since I've become happier, writing has been incredibly challenging. Apparently I'm only creative when miserable, which doesn't work for me at the moment. If I could just be miserable for an hour or so a day to get what little bit of writing done I needed to that would be swell. So far I've been unable to master the task.
We got my grandmother a 7 week old kitten for Christmas. I'm in love with her and might steal her. If it's tiny and fluffy, I have issues controlling myself, like many women.
I've been working on a project for the past few days I've been here that has required me to dig through all the crap I left behind for tools, muddle my way through Photoshop (which I havent used in years), and generally go bananas on several machines. I've had an office space moment about 87% of my stay, and if someone doesnt give me a baseball bat and an angry rap soundtrack to accompany it I may go insane. I'm actually thankful my storage unit was auctioned off due to non-payment because the amount of crap I've amassed in my short life is driving me up a wall. In fact, I'd like to toss most of my possessions at this point, but can't quite bring myself to doing it voluntarily.
My mom's house is driving me up a wall because she, like me, is the ultimate packrat. Every cabinet I open has shit that literally pours out of it, and earlier I broke a bottle of whiskey unintentionally by searching for wine glasses.
I'm tired and have to wake up early to cook, but for some reason can't seem to get to sleep. This effing project is haunting my every waking moment, and I actually dreamt I screwed the whole thing up last night. Fortunately, it's still intact and 96% finished. This is the point at which instead of going the extra mile, I decide to throw in the towel and wonder later why it didn't turn out as planned.
Scott got me an Ipod for Christmas and I'm thoroughly addicted to it. If there was a way to recharge it using my body's energy so that I was constantly listening to music, I would gladly have a power adapter implanted in my arm. I feel like an underpriviliged child that has been adopted by a rich family and can't imagine going without again. I must say this generation of Ipods is fantastically more reliable and user friendly than the first and second gens that crapped out on a whim every so often.
There are three things I miss about DC right now, and two of them aren't even in DC. Blah blah blah, blah blah. I'm out bitches. Merry merry merry!
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