Reboot
I haven't had any time, even though it's my break. Tomorrow I'm not working. I have to do a bunch of stuff. Paying bills and the like. I haven't written anything. I'm going to put it on the docket for tomorrow, but we'll see how it goes. I'm becoming addicted to facebook, even though I don't write everything like some people do. It's my replacement for actual friends, I guess.
I spoke briefly with the boy today, and he suggested I meet him at a museum event tomorrow night. I quickly declined, noting that I have no desire to hang out with 'the collective you'. He got it, but I don't know why he would even ask. What makes him think I would be cool with hanging out with him and his girlfriend. And how stupid must he be, that once I start drinking alcohol, there's really no telling what's going to happen. There's a very real possibility that I might say something that cannot be redacted. Maybe that's what he wants. What an idiot. No cajones at all. So I said I'd throw his stuff I borrowed in the trunk of my car. He can get them when he gets some time. Or maybe I'll just dump them on his doorstep. I fucking hate dudes. They suck.
I looked at jobs today. It still looks like I'm only qualified to wait tables. Which really blows. Pray I get the Paris fellowship. It's going to make me a superstar. Or at least one that more people have heard of. Something should come along. Once you take that first step backwards, it's ten times harder to get back to where you started.
On the upside, I got a new t-shirt yesterday. It says director/producer on it. I know, it sounds dorky, but it's actually pretty cool. Especially since it fits me like a shirt should.
On the downside, my friends here suck. This has not been such a good week for me, and not one of them has been around for me. Not even my roommate, who gave me a card that said "I'm here for you" and some sunflowers, then went in her room and shut the door. Yeah, you are really here for me. So much you don't even have to be here. I asked about four different people to hang out with me tomorrow and not one of them was able to. And these are all people who always say 'we should hang out', 'let's get together', and so forth. So it looks like having friends means that you'll always be alone. Not that I'm all that surprised. It's not the first time. Sometimes I wish I still lived alone. At least then my plates and glasses wouldn't always be broken. Seriously, in the entire time I lived alone, I never broke a single thing. In less than a year, my roommate has broken a discontinued dish and two crystal wine glasses. They were a gift. I know she doesn't do it on purpose, but I like having nice things, not the plastic ware she always has. I've also noticed that she keeps using my new knives to cut her food, which is fine, except that she uses a plate instead of a cutting board. Not a huge deal, but plates aren't going to keep the blades sharp. Sometimes she is just clueless about how the rest of the world does things. Anyway, moving on.
Tomorrow is my chance to catch up and reboot.
I spoke briefly with the boy today, and he suggested I meet him at a museum event tomorrow night. I quickly declined, noting that I have no desire to hang out with 'the collective you'. He got it, but I don't know why he would even ask. What makes him think I would be cool with hanging out with him and his girlfriend. And how stupid must he be, that once I start drinking alcohol, there's really no telling what's going to happen. There's a very real possibility that I might say something that cannot be redacted. Maybe that's what he wants. What an idiot. No cajones at all. So I said I'd throw his stuff I borrowed in the trunk of my car. He can get them when he gets some time. Or maybe I'll just dump them on his doorstep. I fucking hate dudes. They suck.
I looked at jobs today. It still looks like I'm only qualified to wait tables. Which really blows. Pray I get the Paris fellowship. It's going to make me a superstar. Or at least one that more people have heard of. Something should come along. Once you take that first step backwards, it's ten times harder to get back to where you started.
On the upside, I got a new t-shirt yesterday. It says director/producer on it. I know, it sounds dorky, but it's actually pretty cool. Especially since it fits me like a shirt should.
On the downside, my friends here suck. This has not been such a good week for me, and not one of them has been around for me. Not even my roommate, who gave me a card that said "I'm here for you" and some sunflowers, then went in her room and shut the door. Yeah, you are really here for me. So much you don't even have to be here. I asked about four different people to hang out with me tomorrow and not one of them was able to. And these are all people who always say 'we should hang out', 'let's get together', and so forth. So it looks like having friends means that you'll always be alone. Not that I'm all that surprised. It's not the first time. Sometimes I wish I still lived alone. At least then my plates and glasses wouldn't always be broken. Seriously, in the entire time I lived alone, I never broke a single thing. In less than a year, my roommate has broken a discontinued dish and two crystal wine glasses. They were a gift. I know she doesn't do it on purpose, but I like having nice things, not the plastic ware she always has. I've also noticed that she keeps using my new knives to cut her food, which is fine, except that she uses a plate instead of a cutting board. Not a huge deal, but plates aren't going to keep the blades sharp. Sometimes she is just clueless about how the rest of the world does things. Anyway, moving on.
Tomorrow is my chance to catch up and reboot.
posted by Ocean | 9:38 PM
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