Haven't had much to write lately. I've been pouring it all out to the boything and to a lesser extent, friends. That, and well, nothing has been happening. Aside from a rather exciting adventure last Saturday, and a projected one for Friday which (will involve more Red Bull, possibly mixed with something dangerous for the heart and Casablanca), the only excitement I have in my life seems to be counting down to Corner Brook in two weeks. That is fairly exciting though. Albeit too far away. Ow.
That being said, I don't want Typhoeus to think I'm not making use of the lovely account. I've been lurking plenty but I'm really too scared to post anything for the most part
The idea of eight hours of work tomorrow is more than slightly nauseating.
I think I've got my life back on track, and it only took a few weeks of hating my job and surroundings to get it together. Major, Russian and Political Science (just like I originally intended) followed by law school. If I want to do something else when I've done that, I'll be educated enough to do it. I'm set. My hair is finally starting to grow, I bought a bunch of wicked clothes (I no longer dress like a little boy!) I am the campaign manager for a candidate in the municipal election (wtf?) and tonight my sister and I baked a cake. I guess although nothing's happening, things are smoothing themselves out. I just need to boost my GPA like crazy next semester. I wonder if that will be easier or harder living on my own. Easier, I bet.
I can't wait to have my own space. By that I mean, a space away from my mother who still maintains so much vestigial authority over what I do. I still have to ask to go out or dye my hair or get piercings or anything like that. I have to hide so much from her. It's sad. I can't wait to have my own space where I can just live an ordinary life, but a grown up one, for the first time. It didn't make me batshit crazy, but my parents' divorce did make me grow up a little faster, so I've feltlike an adult since... before I really was one. Maybe I'm still not. Who knows. Anyway, I'm ready to be on my own, I think.
That being said, I don't want Typhoeus to think I'm not making use of the lovely account. I've been lurking plenty but I'm really too scared to post anything for the most part
The idea of eight hours of work tomorrow is more than slightly nauseating.
I think I've got my life back on track, and it only took a few weeks of hating my job and surroundings to get it together. Major, Russian and Political Science (just like I originally intended) followed by law school. If I want to do something else when I've done that, I'll be educated enough to do it. I'm set. My hair is finally starting to grow, I bought a bunch of wicked clothes (I no longer dress like a little boy!) I am the campaign manager for a candidate in the municipal election (wtf?) and tonight my sister and I baked a cake. I guess although nothing's happening, things are smoothing themselves out. I just need to boost my GPA like crazy next semester. I wonder if that will be easier or harder living on my own. Easier, I bet.
I can't wait to have my own space. By that I mean, a space away from my mother who still maintains so much vestigial authority over what I do. I still have to ask to go out or dye my hair or get piercings or anything like that. I have to hide so much from her. It's sad. I can't wait to have my own space where I can just live an ordinary life, but a grown up one, for the first time. It didn't make me batshit crazy, but my parents' divorce did make me grow up a little faster, so I've feltlike an adult since... before I really was one. Maybe I'm still not. Who knows. Anyway, I'm ready to be on my own, I think.
I love you.