Wha?

And then I'm all "IT'S GORGEOUS OUTSIDE". But then I realized I'm stuck in the office until 4. What a bust.

Oh Those Summer Nights

I feel a little bit like my old self again. I think a combination of the hot weather, the emotions tied into this job, and my lack of having anything to do really brings me down which is sad because Summer is supposed to be the best season of the year! No school! No responsibilities! Nothing to do but tan and be lazy! Yet, I always am at my best in the Fall and the Spring. Perfect weather, football on one end, motivation to do well in school, just happiness. We had a killer storm at 2:00 AM that brought the temperature down and the sun is out making it feel a little bit more like the weather I enjoy.

I'm enjoying the books I borrowed from the library and looking ahead to the Big Move.

Things are alright.

Funk.

I love summer for it's relaxation...however. By the end of July, I'm starting to rip my hair out because I'm 1) financially unstable 2) bored out of my mind 3)feel purpose-less 4) bored out of my mind...

I spent all weekend doing a lot of spectacular nothingness. Our band director and his wife invited Rob and I over for supper on Friday night which was quite surreal to say the least. It was a lot of fun and we got to throw around ideas about how to improve the morale of the band that doesn't include floggings.

So I'm tired and bored and un-motivated to change the world. This is why I actually enjoy school sometimes...

Went to the public library on Saturday which was probably the highlight of the weekend because the rest was spent doing laundry and sitting around staring at the TV...

Oh what an exciting life I lead.

Holy Batman!

Because I am semi-young and have the stamina of a great steed, I attended yet another midnight showing of a blockbuster hit because being the first to see something and to know before you is too tempting for me to pass up. I went down to Big Red to watch Batman Begins because my friends and I have a habit of watching the prequel to any movie we're about to see (Harry Potter...Star Wars...) for a refresher course in details so we can ingest the big screen movie magic a little bit better than most. While Christian Bale is no Michael Keaton, (he'll always be "Santa Fe" Newsies to me!) he did an incredible job but not nearly as good as HEATH FUCKING LEDGER OHMIGOSH. Talk about another actor who is stamped in my brain as a slightly stubborn outcast who wins the hot chick whether by jousting or singing "Can't take my eyes off of you". The performance was phenomenal and I was actually SCARED of him. I have an on-going love affair with the villains from the Batman comics finding them far superior to any other villains and we can add him to the list as a favorite. So dark and evil.

But now...I'm exhausted from getting home at 3:30 AM and going in to work.

Strangers in the Night

So, after a couple month hiatus of not writing, I want to come back. I want to record things like I used to so when I come back like I do to my old posts from years ago, I remember. I don't want to force myself to write, but perhaps if I do a little bit, I can get back into the groove of things and type away.

This summer has been a bit of a bust. Bills keep on coming, and I keep on being as broke as possible.

I have learned to cook a few new dishes which makes me really excited as cooking as become my biggest hobby out of all the little plates I keep spinning. Tonight I made Thai Peanut Chicken Curry out of some ingredients Rob and I had bought the other night. They were so expensive, I felt horribly guilty thinking I might let them sit in the fridge for eternity and then throw them out when we move so I've had Thai Peanut Chicken (variations) for 3 days now. I also felt inspired to make dessert only something a bit healthier than ice cream or cake. I took chocolate graham crackers and put a bit of melted chocolate, whipped cream, and sugared strawberries in the middle to make sandwiches. They're sitting in the freezer waiting for me to binge on them one depressing night when I feel like I have no friends and moving my jaw is the only thing that reminds me I'm alive.

Welcome back to the blog-o-sphere self. Enjoy documenting your life for those who care (which is, ummm...you right now.)

You're so Damn Young

Yesterday, Rob and I walked all the way down Clifton Ave. to the Gaslight District for some exercise and chocolate sodas. I realize the exercise and the chocolate sodas probably canceled each other out, but it was delicious and gave me a purpose for the walk which is something lacking in my life. I don't like to wander without a chocolate soda in sight. But, then we went beyond the chocolate sodas and saw a fire truck and some friends. And we trudged back up the hill towards home.

This is all very symbolic and relevant somehow.