August 3, 2010
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Bunny Trails
Sadness - my little sister is moving to St. Louis this coming Sunday. She and her little dog, Kiwi (who has become the mascot of the household), will be out of our lives. She's going to school in that area. Her boyfriend also happens to live in that area (coincidence? Probably not, lol). If she really hits it off with him she may never return (save on the holidays). It is a time of transition, of change, and, as usual, I am averse to it. I swear I fight with her far more often than my parents (on occassion as opposed to next to never) but she is far more accepting of me. The understanding that siblings share, yes?
For ye jobless saps who were pressured into college and now are stuck with family, know that this is a pattern. The early portions of Gen X had this problem. For those of you not born between 1980 and 1990, rejoice that you'll likely see a recovered economy by the time you leave college. Not only that, but you'll likely be in high demand. For those of you without jobs now, sorry - you're hosed. Bwahahahaha!
It's raining today. I love rainy days. I think I'll sit on the porch with a fat cigar and listen to the rain fall. After that I'll have a glass of whiskey and then finish my homework. It's 7am now and I've already done 3 hours of it so I'm almost done - the joys of boredom. Lately I've had no interest in anything "fun" so I've had no temptation to avoid my homework and other assignments. I need money to pursue something new but as that isn't happening I'm taking advantage of my lack of distractions and concentrating on job searching along with school.
Yeah, I caved. I'll pick up that job to get my parents off my back and mop up the pain of juggling my chainsaw-laden schedule with money and the music it will purchase. Music is cheap therapy and it's easier to kick that drugs, alcohol, and antidepressants (which have the withdrawel of cocaine, believe it or not. You can DIE from antidepressant withdrawel).
I'm actually looking forward to the job I might be picking up. It won't involve ANY thinking and WILL involve a lot of physical work. Cathartic exercise and a workout and I'll get paid for it - I guess that makes up for all the counseling I do pro bono. Physical work lowers my stress so I'm seeing nothing but "win" in this.
I'm in a writing mood but I tend to keep my blogs shorter because most people don't have the attention span for more than a few paragraphs...Eh, maybe I'll post again later. I go two weeks with nothing much to say and now I just want to blog and blog and blog. Thanks, brain.
Comments (2)
./' Listen to the rhythm of the fallllin' rain, telling me just what a fool I've been.
I wish that it would let me go and cryyyy in vain, and let me be alone again...
Oooooo listen to the fallin' rain: pitter patter pitter patter! ./'
"Rhythm of the Rain?" Cascades? No?
Aaaaaaanywho I see you posted this BEFORE I told you I was having a crisis due to unemployment...But hey! If you paid me, I could be a good mascot! I'm not as fluffy, but I DO talk! And I can even play a little piano, tell jokes, and do laundry! I assume I'd take your sister's old room and eat out of Kiwi's old bowl. The only requirement I'd insist is no green peas. They give me a touch of the death, you see.
But yay for writing! I've been writing some lately, most of it coherent.
Good luck with you chainsaw juggling.