this journal entry is dedicated to raleigh boy because he is awesome and i am lame about the journal upkeeping business.
hm. let me see here. it is 36 degrees here in asheville and the wind chill is like 18. so, we are all freezing our respective asses off and i demand to know what happened to fall.
i turned 21 a week and a half ago, party. there was a little bit of drinking involved, but not much, as my tolerance is about .0001, which is silly, but inexpensive. i am a fan of the bars, though. drinking in public is much more fun than drinking in a cold little dorm room.
in other news, i have no idea what i'm doing with my life. everyone around me seems so productive and no matter how i try, i can't seem to get anything done. everyone i talk to claims to have this problem, too, but then i hear about their little artsy crafty projects they're doing for fun in their spare time or all the books they're reading and have i read this one? no, i haven't. not because i don't want to. there are a million and two books i want to read, but i am tired all the time because i don't get enough sleep as it is and the days just go. poof. there they go. it's gotten really frustrating. and all i can think about is that these things that you like to do are what make up your life and if you're spending all your time trying to graduate college so you can get a job so that someday, hopefully, you'll have the time and money to do the things you love, haven't you wasted three-quarters of your life on preparation? who could live with that? i can't. but i am. yea, i'm a chickenshit slave to the system. but that's depressing and no one wants to hear about it. i know i don't.
and some of it is good. i like my job when i'm actually doing something besides sitting in a cold office listening to my boss give a discourse on the lamentable lack of handicap accessibility on campus or how some entrepreneurial asshole is pissed off because no one told him that the sun never shines in the mountains. which isn't true, by the way, but it seems true right now.
so maybe i'll become a mechanic, make 70,000 a year and be happy. sounds good in theory.
hm. let me see here. it is 36 degrees here in asheville and the wind chill is like 18. so, we are all freezing our respective asses off and i demand to know what happened to fall.
i turned 21 a week and a half ago, party. there was a little bit of drinking involved, but not much, as my tolerance is about .0001, which is silly, but inexpensive. i am a fan of the bars, though. drinking in public is much more fun than drinking in a cold little dorm room.
in other news, i have no idea what i'm doing with my life. everyone around me seems so productive and no matter how i try, i can't seem to get anything done. everyone i talk to claims to have this problem, too, but then i hear about their little artsy crafty projects they're doing for fun in their spare time or all the books they're reading and have i read this one? no, i haven't. not because i don't want to. there are a million and two books i want to read, but i am tired all the time because i don't get enough sleep as it is and the days just go. poof. there they go. it's gotten really frustrating. and all i can think about is that these things that you like to do are what make up your life and if you're spending all your time trying to graduate college so you can get a job so that someday, hopefully, you'll have the time and money to do the things you love, haven't you wasted three-quarters of your life on preparation? who could live with that? i can't. but i am. yea, i'm a chickenshit slave to the system. but that's depressing and no one wants to hear about it. i know i don't.
and some of it is good. i like my job when i'm actually doing something besides sitting in a cold office listening to my boss give a discourse on the lamentable lack of handicap accessibility on campus or how some entrepreneurial asshole is pissed off because no one told him that the sun never shines in the mountains. which isn't true, by the way, but it seems true right now.
so maybe i'll become a mechanic, make 70,000 a year and be happy. sounds good in theory.
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However, I do know what I'm doing in two weeks, and that's coming to visit you because you are awesome.
The end.
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