First off, I need to blog more. It obviously keeps me sane.
- I've been working really great hours at my job, and I'm loving
it! I actually thought it was awesome I had to work 3 9-hour days that
one week. Uh-oh. Does this mean I'm starting to become a workaholic? I
don't mind it by the way, because I love my job (as meager my wages
are), and the people are really awesome. I like the fact that only a
handful of women work there. No drama.
- My friend N and I have been having a blast going out every
weekend for more almost two months now. It is frickin' awesome! We go to
sketchy dance clubs, local bars, the city, gay clubs, 24hour diners,
club openings, birthday parties. It is such a blast! Plus it's the
ultimate distraction. It's starting to make my way into my pockets but I
guess it's all good. I told him that we're starting to be like Will and
Grace.. a sexless marriage. Haha.
- As much as I just LOVE going out and having fun, whenever I
come home, I can't help but feel a little bit scared. While some people
my age are starting to look towards the direction of settling down, I
feel like I'm nowhere near that goal. People around me tell me that I'm
perfectly fine where I am at in my life. Enjoy it while it lasts, I'm
still young. I'm just scared. I feel like, this going out part of me is
always gonna be me. Half of me tells me that it's okay because it's who I
am, but the other half is guilty doing it, that I probably should
outgrow this phase already. Then I think about wishing that one day, I'd
wake up and I'd grow out of it, and it scares me even more. The way
that I live now is the way that I know how to live. That probably sounds
confusing, but it makes sense to me. I can't let go of something that's
me, but I do wanna settle down someday, have kids, all that crap. Haha.
I'm torn.
- N invited me to a coworker's birthday party, and I thought
I'd feel out of place and shy (yes, I'm super shy around strangers). But
this crows was a blast to hang out with! They were all in there early-
to mid-thirties, so they're young enough to still have fun but also old
enough to know better. I actually, couldn't wait to be around their age
(although of course I just wanna be young forever haha) and be as
awesome as they are. I read somewhere before, thirty is the new twenty.
And it's so true. I agree 100%. I wish that my friends now will still be
my friends when I'm thirty. Then life will be a blast.
J, if we end up being roommates, we're not going out every night, right? -N.
- In
contrast, I went to yet another college-town party last night with my
friend T. The first college-town party T invited me to was so dumb and
stupid and reckless and pretty much pointless.. not to mention they were
serving Keystone Light, for crying out loud. People were playing beer
pong with a door propped on bar stools, smell of weed or whatever in the
air, teenagers nursing their drinks of choice: shots, handles, cheap
beer. A four-bedroom student housing had AT LEAST 30 in there. This time
around, the place was A LOT more mellow, obviously 21 and over, and not
as dumb. I was hesitant to go because of my previous experience, but I
wanted to do it for my friend 'coz she's my yes-man, and I should be her
yes-man too. :)
- I need to conquer my top priorities right now: fixing my
car up, and getting a second job. I'm crossing my fingers that
everything else will fall into place afterwards. So far life has been a
blast, and I thank my friends, my family, and of course My Homie Up Top
for that. :))
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