ennuiwarrior

Waking sleep again....

My roommate/best friend is moving to Seattle on Friday. I need to get a new roommate and some new friends

I hate talking about what I'm going to do because I jinx myself, perhaps, into not doing it. I could go on and on about how I want to be a horticulturist and I'm seriously thinking about really going to college this time or how I want to go on a cross country trip in a Winnebago with a lovable cast of characters where hijinx ensue. Seems like I'm always talking about what I'm about to do as if just saying it is going to commit it to happen. I'm a procrastinator, through and through. I'm going to do something about that, someday...

What have I done? I bought more art supplies. I read a lot of shit on the internet today while at work. Reddit.com kinda sucks a lot of my day. But my job is boring/annoying. I'm a graphic designer at a shitty little print shop in bumfuck southern oregon. Sometimes I make nice business cards. Most of the time I couldn't care less. Customer satisfaction is not a huge reward anymore. Time to move on.

I also may have a date this weekend. I'll have to learn to be less cynical by then. I'll start tomorrow.