|A walking time bomb, set to kill
||[Jul. 26th, 2003|12:57 am]
I've been thinking about updating for awhile now, but couldn't will myself to do so. Not much really has been going on this month and I'm actually quite shocked that next week will be August .. already. Then I'll be back in school and living at school, something I thought I'd never do. I'm looking forward to it, but I enjoy the freedom of summer. I do have work, but it is not the same kind of commitment as school is. I haven't even been to work but 2 days in the past 2 weeks. I'll be back on my regular schedule come Monday though. I guess I just needed some time away from the constant flood of papers, data entries, counting icons on prints and phone calls, "Goooooood Afternoon, Sonet Electrical, How may I help you? ...And may I please ask who is calling? ...Hold please." It's not a bad job, but I wouldn't want to do it for the rest of my life. The college professor/writer/accountant renaissance lady is actually expecting me to work part time when school starts. Apparently she thinks I can come in once or twice a week to do a few tasks, but I dont know how that would work out.
Outside of work I've just been trying to keep busy, which isn't always too successful. I've again been starting to sew again. My mom is teaching me how to do more complicated things other than alterations and basic skirts. I enjoy wasting my time doing "creative things." I just wish that there was more of a job market for that type of career path. Who am I kidding? I'll be in school forever at this rate.. I don't have a plan yet, should I? I doubt it, but I just wish I had some idea about the future, even the near future .. the next week for instance. It's tough going through life as though you are almost guessing and are surprised by each outcome.
I went to Darkbuster's reunion show a few weeks back, something I had been waiting 2 long years for and it was everything I had anticipated. When I interviewed Mike for my Creative Writing class I had asked him how they started and he said how it was all a joke ... They made "22 songs..." as a joke to basically make fun of all the punk bands who take it way too seriously and in a way you can tell, but that adds so much more to it because they are having such a great time. They never would have thought that they'd have such a large group of fans especially even after the 2 year hiatus. It was a pretty good turn out and I'm glad to see they will be playing some more shows soon too.
Last weekend I spent in NY. We saw the musical Chicago, which was good, but .... the costumes were WAY off. There were no thongs in the 1920's, yet a few of the characters were sporting them. I didn't really expect them to show as much skin as they did. Melanie Griffith was somewhat disappointing. I don't really enjoy her much as an actress anyways. Other than the play we went to The Comic Strip Live and The Comedy Cellar to see some Comedians, which was raunchy, vulgar and SO funny! A lot of sex jokes, everything I like about comedy. Of course, we also just walked around, ate and went shopping. It was fun, but I really missed home and Boston. I was glad to be back.
On a side note, I cleaned my room the other day and decided to finally organize my nightstand drawer and cabinet. I found a lot of cards in there. Some made me smile and cry at the same time, like the index cards from Senior retreat that Alex and Bridget wrote. The words made me miss them and high school all over again, even though I hated it while I was there. It made me miss homeroom every Monday morning when we'd come in and share with each other what we did over the weekend. That's when bridget would tell us about her fight and ultimate break-up with pat, which was usually mended by Wednesday. I miss the looking at tattoo magazines during English class while everyone else was reading some old literature and going to the Computer lab instead of to Gym class or Chemistry because Mr G loved us .. probably in a sexual way. Then I found some cards from Sr. Nanine saying how proud she was about me winning an art award and that made me miss her because she was always so open about everything. It made me miss sitting in art class being forced to watch those horrible tapes on different artists because otherwise I probably wouldn't have paid much attention to where art came from and if it weren't for that 1 or 2 hours a day I never would have thought of myself as talented in any way. Some of those cards made me feel good about the person I was, the person I am, and the friend I can be. Then I found another from someone I no longer talk to and that made me doubt myself. I forget the circumstances for why I don't associate myself with her anymore, but I felt as though it was my fault at the moment I read the card, again because it gave praise to how "good of a friend" I am/was. I just felt like I never was much of one or could never measure up to what people expect. I try my best, but never does that feel enough. I also found 2 fortunes from the chinese food cookies...
Unfortunatly, I don't know anyone who does Karaoke.