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Feb. 23rd, 2005 10:42 pmIn an effort to make more LJ posts that talk about what's actually going on in my life, I endeavor to type the following:
This week=crazy. Work is good. Zoo tomorrow and Friday, then Kaplan on Saturday, pretty much all day. I've been with friends on Monday and Tuesday night, eaten tasty Japanese food, and am attempting to organize PortalFest here in Memphis, this year.
But I still feel like I'm just treading water, and falling behind. I somehow still feel like I'm going nowhere.
A lot of it is the lack of permanent abode. I don't mean a house that I actually own--though I'm definitely hankering for one of those, too--but the garage apartment is wearing thin. (Englishey people, please note my attempts to finally learn the mysterious ways of the en-dash. Or is it em-dash? Anyway, aren't you proud of me?) I crave someplace to put my stuff. All my stuff, including the things currently in storage five hundred miles away. Going to Target is a torment (in a Muppet-Movie-flavored-torment kind of way), because... OMG, CUTE STUFF for kitchens and bathrooms that I COULD BUY, if I had someplace to decorate. It is sad how marketing works.
I've also never actually worked two jobs before, simultaneously. They don't add to anywhere near forty hours a week, and even so, it's frazzling, if only because the schedule keeps changing. I have newfound respect for people who work a full-time and a part-time, both at once. (I already respected those of you who are students and jobholders, so no more respect for you, nyah.)
All in all, though, I can't complain. Well... wait. Obviously, I can. But I shan't Drama!tize about it: Life is good. I'm close to a lot of my friends. I've got things to occupy me. I'm not paying rent. And Cadbury Mini-Eggs are still on sale in preparation for Easter. These things all please me greatly.
This week=crazy. Work is good. Zoo tomorrow and Friday, then Kaplan on Saturday, pretty much all day. I've been with friends on Monday and Tuesday night, eaten tasty Japanese food, and am attempting to organize PortalFest here in Memphis, this year.
But I still feel like I'm just treading water, and falling behind. I somehow still feel like I'm going nowhere.
A lot of it is the lack of permanent abode. I don't mean a house that I actually own--though I'm definitely hankering for one of those, too--but the garage apartment is wearing thin. (Englishey people, please note my attempts to finally learn the mysterious ways of the en-dash. Or is it em-dash? Anyway, aren't you proud of me?) I crave someplace to put my stuff. All my stuff, including the things currently in storage five hundred miles away. Going to Target is a torment (in a Muppet-Movie-flavored-torment kind of way), because... OMG, CUTE STUFF for kitchens and bathrooms that I COULD BUY, if I had someplace to decorate. It is sad how marketing works.
I've also never actually worked two jobs before, simultaneously. They don't add to anywhere near forty hours a week, and even so, it's frazzling, if only because the schedule keeps changing. I have newfound respect for people who work a full-time and a part-time, both at once. (I already respected those of you who are students and jobholders, so no more respect for you, nyah.)
All in all, though, I can't complain. Well... wait. Obviously, I can. But I shan't Drama!tize about it: Life is good. I'm close to a lot of my friends. I've got things to occupy me. I'm not paying rent. And Cadbury Mini-Eggs are still on sale in preparation for Easter. These things all please me greatly.
