Work a 9-5 job. I have come to the conclusion that doing one job 5 or 6 days a week is the most atrocious feeling in the world. When I “grow up” I will have 3 jobs instead of 1. I’ve come to the conclusion that’s how I achieve happiness. Last semester, I also worked over 50 hours a week, but I was in 9 classes, working 2 jobs, and in a show. So working 50 hours in one place, makes me drained. I feel trapped, exhausted, and annoyed. I had much more energy and was much happier this past semester because I was doing a million things. It may have been stressful at times, but in the end I had so much more energy. So fuck corporate America and everything that is tradition about the work force. I’m doing what makes me happy.
is my own apartment with a kitchen, hard wood floors, some sangria, a big-ass couch, a tv, and that is preferably walking distance to a Whole Foods and Trader Joes, but I’ll settle for Gristedes. Oh and money. So I don’t have to work a job just for the money. I can get a no pay internship that I love instead. Maybe an extra bedroom and definitely a futon for when I throw house parties and people need to crash. It’d be nice to have a roof top, too. AND christmas lights. The place would be covered in christmas lights and second hand furniture from Salvation Army. Some homemade picture frames and whatever cheap art work I can afford at the artist exchanges around. I want to be there right now. With my guitar, just relaxing. Is that too much to ask for?
Sometimes I have hope that someone will love me for who I am not what other people perceive me to be. Sometimes I know I’ll be happy. Sometimes I’ll meet a great person and realize that distance is a bitch. I am now singing at my sisters wedding and my sister’s fiance asked me to be in his wedding party tonight (I’m so freakin…. excited). Sometimes spell check is my best friend. Sometimes fireworks go on for too long. Lakes are nice. I love that my parent’s told me to get drunk to night. Note to self: don’t drink and tumblr again (which I said tumblr is the vomit version of tumbler). I wish you would call me or visit me because I think you’re super awesome and cute. Thank God for my fake idea.
I am slowly, but surely, dropping off the face of the earth.
My life is completely consumed by work and rehearsal. I work 6 day a week, 4 of those days being 11am-9:30pm shifts. Days and times I have off are at a rehearsal. I’m too tired to do anything at the end of the day. I haven’t seen anyone this summer. And now, my cell phone is broke. I am sorry that I have been MIA, but I’m in a vicious cycle.