Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Nearly There |1:34 AM| I'm sick. I've been sick for weeks. The job is nearly over, and I'm moving into a new apartment. I told Hamje I'd like to live in a giant whale skull, but I suppose a big 3 bedroom joint ain't so bad.
The project is nearly over. Then I can go home, where ever that actually is. I would say that this hotel/couch combo hasn't really felt that different personal security wise, than the last couple years of my fairly nomadic apartment dwelling. The most constant and secure thing has been that storage garage, where my life is currently hiding.
I miss throwing the boomerang late at night, miss kicking the soccer ball against a wall trying to hit smaller and smaller targets at faster and faster runs.
I want to rent a violin and learn to play it. Above all I want to stick with school and make sure I take it to the end.
I like my boss, my pay rate is okay, but I feel used up. Feeling like hammered shit all the time is rough on the job satisfaction.
Sometimes I feel like... I want to go make a fort out of pillows or something. I would like one place that I made, that's mine, that when the urge to move strikes me I can kick it over and leave. I don't enjoy moving because of external forces.
Maybe I should choose a rock band and follow them around.
I think when this is over I'll dye my hair black and get an industrial ear piercing. For the hell of it.
Nearly There |1:34 AM| I'm sick. I've been sick for weeks. The job is nearly over, and I'm moving into a new apartment. I told Hamje I'd like to live in a giant whale skull, but I suppose a big 3 bedroom joint ain't so bad.
The project is nearly over. Then I can go home, where ever that actually is. I would say that this hotel/couch combo hasn't really felt that different personal security wise, than the last couple years of my fairly nomadic apartment dwelling. The most constant and secure thing has been that storage garage, where my life is currently hiding.
I miss throwing the boomerang late at night, miss kicking the soccer ball against a wall trying to hit smaller and smaller targets at faster and faster runs.
I want to rent a violin and learn to play it. Above all I want to stick with school and make sure I take it to the end.
I like my boss, my pay rate is okay, but I feel used up. Feeling like hammered shit all the time is rough on the job satisfaction.
Sometimes I feel like... I want to go make a fort out of pillows or something. I would like one place that I made, that's mine, that when the urge to move strikes me I can kick it over and leave. I don't enjoy moving because of external forces.
Maybe I should choose a rock band and follow them around.
I think when this is over I'll dye my hair black and get an industrial ear piercing. For the hell of it.
1 Comments:
make a fort out of pillows. Make it perfect. Even in you have to spend $200. Then photograph it, or throw a party. Art.
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