I'm watching fight club....which always makes me weirdly proud of my simple lifestyle and the fact that I've never invested in things like curtains. ? It also makes me re-fall in love w/ stage combat and, at the moment, feel better about not having a job. ... not that it changes my desire for one, but it makes me just feel less stressed out I guess. Which is nice.
I am Jill's exhausted motivation.
I had two interviews today, both of which were very strange.... I had hoped to end the day with an offer, an acceptance, a job, and a plane ticket to surprise Aatman on a study break, but instead I'm feeling very unsure and like the race has maybe just begun. Dammit.
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Jessica treated me to a punk rock show over the weekend and we happened to run into some old Mass friends while we were there. It's weird to realize we've all grown up. Was it really 10 years ago when we were in the thick of The Mass? When I could screw up every local punk/metal/noise band's name as a vaguely recognizable rendition of the actual name because that was my life... ?
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