my entries are starting to be more about my mundane activities than anything else, which is boring. i just don't feel impressed with anything enough to write about it. or maybe it's just that so much else is going on that talking about it is cathartic, or something. um, not to say that everything is bad, it's not. i got the apartment on vassar, so the next couple of weeks will be spent packing. i may start next week, though, because i want to go to austin this weekend.
let me back up: this weekend was bizarre. friday i had delicious indian food with alan and tom and then went home to sleep. saturday i spent all day with nichole and accompanied her while she did her job, taking pictures of foreclosed homes and listening to ace of base. that in itself will get it's own entry later because nichole's boss is crazy and i took pictures.
saturday night: tacos a gogo, some country bar and the mink, drunkenly running back and forth between the three adjacent establishments. wrapped up the night watching the great gatsby and swooning over a young robert redford.
sunday: made plans to go to the beach but it got late and before i knew it, it was too dark and cold. ate pizza and watched the office with my cats.
everything feels so lackluster and empty. i imagine it always will. i hope not, though.
currently listening to: burt bacharach - walk on by
mood: complacent
(lol)
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